and tired. The run finally caught me. Want to be lazy, watch a show or something and just note in the Comp Book. Started a new journal project.. see how long I keep with that. All by hand, each word, then later type. Not sure where to go with my words now, I’m like a doting derelict, on his pages like they’re cognitive to the point of recognizing me in any way.
Finishing the rest of the cider Debra bought for me while in Oregon. Not a cider chaser like she is, but it’s nice to sip on. Low alc, nice flavor, lovely texture, and a shapely finish that ties in with sip next.
So lazy right now. Not sure I like this feeling but it’s what I have so I just took a couple pictures of this desk and its top residents. “Content”, right? You know, I really don’t like that bloody word. Content.. so just to fill a space? Why not story? Why not dimension and depth?
Went upstairs to get Alice’s water bottle, my stepping sounds masked by the dryer, checking on Emma, so composed and halcyon. Me down here with this last pour of cider, my Comp Book pages being push slightly side to side by the fan above this desk— I have to step away from the keys, just go relax, feel ease, evening avowel…
10:51.. want to be on floor in living room with Comp Book by 11. So I have not much time at all, I keep playing the lecture this evening over and over in my head, how I made it my own, entertained myself as well as taught a thing or two to the Emeritus 1624 seats.
Coffee cued for morrow. Targeting 4AM, again. 4-fucking-A.M. I’ll win this time. What if I could just wake every morning at 4 like it were nothing…
(6/27/16)