study/optional meeting for students.  One already came, now I snack on these crackers and drink some water.  Felt a little light-headed for a bit but now much better.  Didn’t eat as much as I should have today, which is my fault entirely but… now I’m better, so moving on.  Quiet in this room, just posted something to start pitching my ‘Writing in the Vineyard’ course that starts early September, and now I don’t know what to do.  Write about this quiet room?  How much fun is that?  Not.  None.  No fun.  So… another bite of this mix of pretzels and crackers, and mini-breadsticks.  Have too much on this desk, already I have to clean up after myself, and I have, technically, 2 more hours here, exactly.  No way I’m staying that long.  Want to get home to Kerouac and little Emma, Alice.

Only goal tonight (and I better not fuck this up):  500-word #papablogga article.  Want to detail and track more my life as a dad.  Just ‘cause I find it interesting how it’s shaped me and how fathers, especially ones that do a zillion things like I do, maintain presence and closeness with our little ones.

Okay, now back to… whatever I was/wasn’t doing.