Lazy

And it’s warranted, or I tell myself it is.  Tomorrow’s not a new, just a radicalization of my habits– focus on my character, the character I’m writing.  Wake, write, teach, run, grade, teach, return.  Sounds like pattern, but it’s what I’ve written, so no pattern at all.  I’m in the couch, the laziest I’ve been in days if not weeks, this isn’t the kind of writer I am, but I’m left with little after today, yesterday.  Everyday.  Time to delete and consolidate.  What any “smart” businessman would do, oui?

In class early tomorrow morning but I won’t focus on that–  not honking about work, and I’m closing this entry, this sitting, all thoughts and preoccupations.