3:41. And just like that, the day accelerates on you.

Booked appointment with a sizeable prospect, a business I’ve been trying to talk to for a while now.  Sent calendar invites.  Day in its closing steps.  Don’t want to celebrate too prematurely, and I won’t.  Some of that Chardonnay sound good.  Shit, when did I open that?  Doesn’t matter.

                Wrote a poem, just now.  Need to write more.  I’m not going to quit, as I think I wrote earlier in this new-ish journal.  Not so new, since we’ve been locked in for something like 9 weeks now, or seven.  Someone mentioned it in the speakers meeting.  Write more poems, I tell myself… shorter.. and more FREE.