I’m eased and still at Farmers, thinking about the kids and taking pictures in a vineyard later, my run at noon…

Distracted by the shift.  Not letting it.  Then two texts land.. fuck.  Responded then set phone back down.

Heading to office in a bit for run.  After run prospect for a but then clock out early.  Not just thinking about it, but doing it…

Fly bugging me again.  Seriously why the fuck do I keep coming to this place?

Latte done, and I’m done with this chair and table, the people around me.  LEAVING.

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3.25 miles later, miles ran here in Skyhawk up and down hills and still not yet having lunch I’m at the table and wondering what I prospect next….  Lawyers, Orthodontists, anything like that.  But then I realize nothing’s happening in brain and with nerves, no excitement.

Should work offsite, but where, and this fucking gas is getting expensive.  Somewhere different… great.  WHERE.

Have on idea, then another…  One of those ideas being a nap, but I refuse.  After sandwich then espresso and drive.

How much longer for certain currents and tides, storms, acts?