Wheels, That’s What Will Cure Me Of This Shit

I’m going for a drive, no idea to where.  Need thoughts, that’s it.  No writing, no screen, no sitting in a corporate coffee house.  Just Road, me, quiet… told earlier by the department admin that it’s not just me, that it’s slow for everyone.  So why the fuck do I let it bother me?

No idea.

Inward jots helping a little, but I need a break even from these writing breaks.

Driving, slow, music.  Rock, like the Stones or Doors, or Floyd which always reminds me of Dad.

The shift, on my mind obviously.  Cutting it out, NOW.  Bye….