told co-worker I’m taking a five minute break to collect self, here at desk.  Looking out at vineyard, reminded how short life is, how quick it just flies by.  Have to wake early again tomorrow.  What I felt this morning, stepping outside the house, tying my right lace with the key sewn in, stomping out to the Walk, felt like I was reconsidered for a job, or something.  No, like I was awarded a new job.  As a blogger of anything, of life, happiness, fitness and health.  Keep writing, I tell myself, just keep writing.  These 30 days of this 30-day book project will too just fly by the writer.  Just rubbed my eyes—  “DON’T!” I nearly said to self aloud.  Maybe another walk in the vineyard, wake myself up.. ugh.  Tech cards done, what else should I do?  Called club members with expired cards.. okay, so what next?

So tempted to just dismiss the students when I get to campus.  But I won’t.  Can’t.  Don’t want to.  I’ll get two Diet Cokes at the store on the way down.  Yes I know they’re horrible for you and if I’m blogging and writing about fitness and health, that’s not exactly what one would say contributes to credibility, but they have to understand I’ve been up since before 4AM, ran over 8 miles, worked at a desk for nearly 8 hours, then have to teach for nearly two hours after a 30 minute drive to campus.  Survival’s the game’s name, presently.  Like I was tempted to go back to sleep this morning before the run, and didn’t, I won’t let any stress or further exhaustion find me prior to tonight’s class.

Miss my babies, wife.  May let them go early.  But I won’t cancel class, and believe me, I’ve thought about it more than twice, more twice-a-dozen…  Fuck my writing’s boring right now.