That means 94 more. Thinking like I always do about what I want from my professional life, and I mean complete idealism is what I’m entertaining on this couch. No wine tonight, I need the thoughts clearer than they’ve been. French.. I need to get back to my French studies, and completely immerse myself in the language. That’s one thing. Another, I want to have another writing session in that second floor of Palooza tomorrow. And talk to Jeff, see what he has planned in the way of events. How do you build a business like that without hitting a wall? Have to write it out, think, and talk to him. Tired. And more grading to do tomorrow. This, note, will be the last time in my life I’m in this position. And the cold or whatever’s about me, remaining; sore throat, slight sniffle, and tired. But tomorrow I’ll be renewed. And writing. And upstairs I’m walking ready for new day but also needing rest. Conflicted not so much as I’m eager, eager for Newness and for a new book, and for December, days of no class and more runs, running during daylight and not on a treadmill as I now HAVE to do.