suddenly a jelly motion of tired.  Feel like I’m not moving even though I see I’m moving fingers somehow across this board, the small black tiles, pearl letters illuminated.  Have pictures to go through on camera, phone, and this laptop, but I’m too drained from day, from the two lectures.  “Ugh,” I say to myself, “wake up!” Have some decaf.  That will wake you a bit, just enough without the actual caffeine charge.  Done.  Heating Keurig now…  Takes a bit for it to heat up, or get ‘brew-ready’, so I’m back in the office trying to be the “tireless writer” I boast that I am.  The desk’s top, again aggravating me like this morning, only this time I can’t ignore the clutter, I can’t dismiss what I’m feeling in the way of angst and annoyance as I did this morning.  I swear, before too long I’m just going to throw everything on this desk’s top into a trash bin.  Well, everything except for the books, the Composition Book, camera, the obvious articles.

Decaf.  Funny, as I think it tastes better than the medium roast, than normal dark roasts like that Starbucks Verona, or the Sumatra I used to get all the time when we lived in the condo.  Both babies asleep upstairs, and me wishing I was sleeping like them, which is against what I stand for as a “tireless writer”.  Have to incite Self.  And how…  Well, the victories of today with the English Department, my 3 pages, the two lectures…  My under-$3 lunch from the book store…  All of it.  There were no losses today, no significant stalls to speak of.  But I’m here with my decaf, and ready for day to close.  Hoping to wake at 4, for another health dose to the book before the day even shows signs of starting.  So much cued, but finding the time to fire all off is challenging.  Like I noted, waking early, and I mean fucking early, 4AM, will deliver everything.  I know it will.  It has to.  Change brings about everything, or at least for me in me getting to where I want to be— destination, destination.  But I’m more one for more journeys.  I’ll see what tomorrow rouses and rabbles in the story.  Bonne nuit — Mike