Flight email sent to Mark. Babies in office with me, working. Each stating they have their own offices in here with me. Had the Kenwood Cab last night. Nothing too memorable. Would I have it in my shop, yes… but not as a featured bottle or anything. Or maybe I would have it as some value feature, even though I hate both those words, especially when they’re close together.
Blogging should be more meta… Emma says she wants a pen resting in and on her ear as I do now. Then she says she doesn’t. She ate the last bagel, making some people in the house irritated. The lockdown is a lock-IN. In my own ideas and practices. Like I told Mark this morning, I’m going to go about everything in prospecting new business differently. Not sure what that means, exactly… but visibility, communication, questions, asking them about THEM.
Going for a drive in a bit. Need new pants on. Babies continue to workl, Emma reading aloud. Me thinking of new approaches to everything, EVERYTHING. Parenting, running, waking up earlier which again I didn’t do today. Tonight, be here… in this chair. Not on the couch working as I tried to last night. Yes, tried…. But I do have notes on the wine…. “Placid and a whisper Cabernet form and realization…” Made me think of this AE story. Write about only that… the morning, the calls, the afternoon, the canvassing when I can actually canvass…. Everything’s being an AE, I see. The idea I jotted a few weeks ago, ‘ME An AE Sea’, speaking to this writer. Just write this…. Yes, I’m straying from my wine writing singularity, but not. Not at all. New journal, new character and Personhood this morning. All for business, much for me, and whatever for whatever else.
Going to store, get bagels. What else… sparkling water. Yes.