3/20/19

These pod chairs, or seat, I have to have one in my office.  For me… My office, can see it.  I can.  I see it without closing my eyes.  It’s a vision I not only believe it but find calm and quietude in.  I’m there when I think of it.

 

Hot with this sweatshirt or jacket on.  Can’t stop typing and take it off, though.  That will cost me.  Time.  Time.  What I can never have enough of.  So aware of time, today.  Life and its short stint.  I choose to spend lunches like this, most of the time.  Monday of course, no, getting lunch with Tasha.  Yesterday, getting latte and writing a bit in car.  So that suffices, partially.  But this, this is a true literary lunch.  This is what writers, true writers, do.  What I’m doing now, a writer.

 

Thirsty.  Want another sparkling water.  Wait till after, after the typing and work for ME.

 

Someone else, in a pod next to me.  Heard him turning pages of a book.

 

Gathering tax stuff….  Thinking of challenging self, again… what I can do till 4/15/20.  2020… makes me cringe.  Time.  Again.  Reminding me.  It’s coming.  For me.

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