7:38AM. Watching something with Jack and counting till departure. Still haven’t read Dav’s letter. Will do so when I get to writing destination which I want to be Hood Mountain’s foot. Not in the mood for people, that gardening or landscaping crew.. any traffic. I want quiet and a view of those tall trees that tower over me like atmospheric mentors, or some scenic choir. Feel a little tired from yesterday, seems to be the story for this semester, a lot of exhaustion. I’ll get used to it eventually, I hope.
Today, going to Warm Springs. Alone. Which didn’t happen yesterday at lunch, and I have no regrets but I need collection a time and new space to write, and contribution to the novel in a way I don’t demonstrate elsewhere. Coffee, second cup. I think about the Roasting Company every so often, in Napa, when I worked at the box. I’d go there for lunch to write, be away from the gossip of Lisa and Tina and find myself in a better place mentally, that is till I went back to the office. That office, death. Gray walls, that “professional” carpeting, and the swivel chairs, goal sheets and campaigns pinned or thumb-tacked to the wall.