Gone Droplet

Rain.  Does’t matter.  Still getting out.  Running.  Slept in past 7, doesn’t happen much.  Won’t affect run.

Espresso this morning, double-shot.  My second of such.  No class tonight, making this break from class a project.  Last night having ideas of what.  When they come back, send as they submit their papers….  Some type of essay, assignment.

Don’t want to do anything, even write.  Just listen to the duo of rain and Coltrane.  Address those old leads in Salesforce.  Getting sick of saying that, that name.  Listen to the drops.

Me, gone into little beads I see on windshields.