No lunching out… have something here. OR….. third street, ale works. Not running today, too sore from yesterday’s 7.
And again I change my mind. Have to laugh at how much I do that, really. Going to DoorDash something, my latest idea. Work on three projects that I just scribbled into the journal.. I’m standing my ground, fighting this fucking house, not letting it drive me mad. Or, the bad type of mad.
Somebody just posted something that said doubt can only be removed by action, think I got that right. Agreed. Prospect told me, the one I just spoke with in Tiburon, that he gets up early and is working by 6am. I’m reminded. I know, I say to myself here in the chair.