2:09. Kids engaged in shootout in other room. Me taking a break, or trying till the two mini-bulls come into the office and break my typing time like and old jar that fell from a tall shelf.
Marketing self and finding conversations, building them as best I can.
Wife brought home 3-shot latte for me, thanks the craft. Was feeling drained and surrendered earlier. Now I’m revived, more or less. Need to get a new coffee machine in here, one that makes espresso. One that works.
May have a contract coming in. “Market ME more.” Written on day’s page in BW journal, then in 1948 Dad Journal.
2:31. Feeling the sleepy spell again. Not sure why or how, I throwing back this latte pretty quick. Maybe that’s the problem, or having some opposite effect.
Sales meeting in 28 minutes. This idea of a strtup, at my age… starting something new, and not just new for the sake of something new, but a direction modifier. New space, story, visual. To do this I need only block and black out time for my project. Bottledaux, knowing your Now and with more reverence.