Don’t plan on being here long.  Going to Acre to work, sip water and go through new leads.  What new leads…. Whichever ones I can find, or already have.

Calm, then I think of sales…. WHY.  I have to reshape my mind….  Answer student emails.  Will later.  This absolutely, MUST BE, the last semester.  Already stressing about when I’ll find time to grade papers.  But why stress, I made it work last Fall, somehow…

Thinking consolidation, what can I get rid of.

Emailed students.  Is it time for a nap yet?  Loving how my mind work, in terms of what I want, where my focus is.  No urge to get a new camera anymore, nor music equipment.  I only want this, the journals, the laptop…. pages.  Books done, whenever I finish one.

About to turn off news.  It’s bringing down my temperament and general beat.  Same thing, which I find funny.  Just repeated over and over.  No there us nothing funny about covid nor Afghanistan’s turmoil, but the news going in circles is.  I don’t know, just me this morning.

Both big kids this morning eager to get out the door, Jackie telling me about his class last night when we went to get dinner.  Emma smiling this morning from when she came downstairs to when she walked out the door, “Bye Dada…..” I credit her with me bright mood now, no matter what’s going on with sales.

Taking out the AE laptop in a bit, putting this one away.

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10:55.  Call with Sales Engineer and IT partner earlier went well.  Submit for build costs on two sites.  Laundry in dryer, and I may have to rest my eyes for a couple minutes.  Again angry with self for not running.  I need to get miles in morning, afternoon never works with hunger and work and sinkers like the one I now feel.  I’m being hard on self, I know.  And I need to.  Need to do what my buddy Abe does, 4 or 5 in the morning.  Gym and then DONE.  Well, for me it’d be run then done.  I can’t run on tread with a mask.  Some of it is refusal, and the rest and majority really is inability.  I can’t do it.