Up from a nap a little bit ago.  Espresso.  No run today.  Forcing self to go in morning.  Will set out all facets to running readiness, and go to bed early tonight.  Avowed.

Second shot.  Hear neighbors’ kids outside riding around their new scooters and go-carts, big wheels, whatever.

Mad at self for succumbing to nap’s pull.  Could be at 3000 words right now.  No matter.  Here at desk now.

Some of the kids outside scream, like they’re on a rollercoaster that might at any second break.

The quiet I wished for now gone.  Should have taken a shot right when I felt the inner suggestion or little poke toward the pillow.  Goddamn it.