Listening to beats in composition corner.  Playing with words, language, the images in this room.

The phone, reminder of work, obligation, money, my creative right and not seeing work as work has been in the past, ever again.

Much needed morning meditation, if only I’d done this sooner.  Wake at 4am, have four or five tracks completed…. Ready to read.

Going to drive to coffee spot, even though I promised myself the other day and again yesterday after nearly going but not that I would never go again after that line Emma and I were stuck in for what seemed like 30+ minutes.

Where is my wallet, keys?  Everyday, I swear.  My lovable and deplorable idiosyncrasy.  One of them, anyway.