8:21, espresso and some Tycho, looking out the big windows,

this big living room and thinking about the day ahead.  Class tonight, have to email students ‘cause I didn’t yesterday… let’s just do that now…

Done.  Moving all writings off the AE laptop.   Will only be bringing one offsite should I be working from a coffee stop or HQ.  More writing needed in the 1948 journal though it’s about to be completely filled.  Onto Comp Book next, naming it “Glad Freedom”, after the game Kerouac played with his friend at the TB hospital in Big Sur.

Dad wakes and is out first.  Lots to cover today, but I don’t feel like I ‘have to’ but GET to.  Like a gift, and everyday is, no matter what dark puddles keep splashing on you.

Acknowledge and act in today, I just wrote as one of the final notes in the 1948 journal.  Can’t believe it’s full.  Gift from Father’s Day last year, the second such gift from Dad directly meant for and direct at my writing and writing life.  Sip espresso, finish the goddamn book, be obnoxiously happy.  Business plan, have to remember that.  

Texted IT partner, nothing back yet…