Kids upstairs playing, one lead coming in this morning, quick call just now to fix something with an account.  And calm.  Thinking of shaving….

Call at 12 with an older lead, will run after that.  Everything is running, I think to myself, now as I do on my runs. What am I doing today… 5 miles?  4?  Should I again shoot for 7?  No… no more than 5.

Hear Jack ordering Emma out of his room.  Emma refusing.. fuck, I’m going to have to go up there.  “NEVER” Emma says.  And I have to intervene.