Time, again, attacking me. 

Set timer for 1 hour, just after Alice and the babies, and her mother, left for a short race somewhere close by.  One hour has now been chiseled down to 22 minutes and 30-something seconds.  Wish I could take a nap, my body reacting to my 4AM session, which totaled over 700 words, so I’m pleased but now regretting it.  Have to sip the coffee quicker and with more rhythm, more poetic pulse.

Thinking of leaving my laptop home, only using pen and paper to write on lunch break (if I even write on break, yesterday didn’t).  Listening to French Café tracks, imagining myself back in my city— my mood descends, just wanting to stay here at my desk, in my home, quiet, no people to pour for.. ugh, just still, peace, me and my pages— scribbling on scratch paper from work, in the Carpe journal…