The exhaustion doesn’t diminish. Don’t want to have anymore coffee, may be able to nap here in a bit. Moved some money, took some notes, thinking more about Bottledaux and what is could be beyond publishing, or a blog, or marketing or sales vehicle, discussion space.
Just morning thoughts and the tired haze hones it fangs, on me. Keep writing I tell myself, refuse to slow. Bottledaux.. all musings and thoughts and possibilities in one place.
“Dada, can I have breakfast…?” Emma says, next to me on couch while I continue in typed ride. I tell her that I will in a minute, though whenever that minute might be I might be asleep.