Leads meeting in a bit. Coffee ready. Writing aims in journal, not here.
Finally bought the Sedaris Master Class. Can’t wait to get back to it.
Kids up, and I’m already on-edge. Know they’ll interrupt…. Tell Jack my meeting starts in bit and I need him to be good. He gives me that long kind, “Okaaaaaaaay.”
“Thank you.” I return.
“Love you.” He says.
Maybe he and his sister will be good.
Doubtful.
This lead meeting…. Asking myself this morning why I do it. Not sure I firm answer, other than I like the people, and the actual meetings, not the virtual ones as we’re having now, are enjoyable and insightful, the perfect way to start a day. Maybe not perfect but something I don’t mind.
No Jack starts to act up a bit, burping twice and assuring us he will fart out his wiener. Good to know, I think to myself. Not resisting anything, not taking the meeting in my car as I used to when this quarantine shit started. Going to stay right here, in this chair, looking at this screen.
Letters, poems…. Will try to return today. I promise… I do a lot of promising. In fact, I need to write these promises in the journal, not here.