Busy day. Caught self overthinking a bit ago. But resolved. Don’t think. Just move, act, create.
Going shopping for some new work articles, then home for dinner, little writing and bed early. Tomorrow a 4am-er. Told Abraham I’d be there, and more than that I WANT to be there. For me. Try for 9 miles. Then the next day, the next, and all remaining.
Rest of day planned to not any kind of boring degree. Hear people around me in leave mode, but I’m still in the propelled personification I had this morning. Work, as an idea, and one stretching from wine. I think about all the work that involves in winemaking, how strenuous it is, the early rises but even more than that, the containment, more than focus or fixation, but IT. The IT to it all. All this.
Setting out running uniform, or not uniform but you know what I mean, tonight. Shoes out, untied, phone charged, headphones, everything. If I can, leave before 4 like I did that one time.
Phone at desk set up, voice message and my name for in-office comm. Only minutes from leave. Day for tomorrow more or less planned. Meeting in morning, out in Field later in day and for most of the day’s remainder.
Put trash cans out. Can’t forget to do that… not that exciting a detail but one with which everyone is familiar. In bed before ten, the aim. Going over to-do plate, not so much a list just a bunch of slop on a plate.
4:50, been chewing this gum since before the meeting we just had, which started at 3 and Shannon and myself nearly missed having lunch out right before. Work versus time. How to approach, how to consider, how to be place and put-together as character, for character and story.