For a while there it was very much part of the morning. Not sure if a ritual, but it was there. Not anymore. Do’t even want to write about it or them. So why am I.
Beautiful outside, reminding me of mornings in Sunriver as a kid, when all I wanted to do was ride my bike to the river, or go to the driving range not that I was any good. Need a drive. To San Rafael as planned, first have some emails to answer, and a call.
First day of month, and my approach has to be getting away from this desk, out of this house. It is. Catching self in excess deliberation, measurement.
Budgeting done, and now emailing people. Thinking of what to wear to San Rafael. Going to be hot, that’s for sure. Would love to run, but I need to be in AE beat during day. Should be running in morning but it’s more than difficult when you have nights like last where Henry refuses to sleep but then falls asleep downstairs and you try to sleep next to him but can’t. Surprised I’m not more tired, to be honest.
You know what, I just want to enjoy my morning. Is that bad? Is that selfish? Yes I know I have to work and be in AE brain, but I’m not ready. Not now. Not yet.. 8:09, and not sure what I should do. how I do just that, “enjoy the morning”. Step away from the keyboard, for one. And the most obvious object and objective, leaving the house.
Interesting wine last night, a Pinot I picked up at Bottle Barn. Not sure why I found it interesting, just didn’t think it was like every other goddamn Pinot out of Russian River. Was it from RRV? Can’t remember. But it was a new style or something, some new song and beat from bottle.