Dodgers win, and much of me doesn’t care. Moving on, halting all conversations and centering on business. A few resining errands before kids get to house tonight.
AE laptop open, but not there yet. Mind isn’t ready to be About EVERYTHING. Not yet. Need to settle into day. Enjoy coffee. Some music maybe, too?
Headphones in, Tycho on. Still thinking about something, can’t remove it from thoughts’ grove or tune. Type way out of it…. Asking self if I should take laptop to Oregon or not, this one not the AE. Thinking yes. Write looking out at the trees behind the house or from the plane, or— Wait though, what if they were to lose my backpack— You carry it on with you, stupid.
Oh yeah…..
Bringing it with me. Packing light. Will be running while up there, everyday. Experience altitude and early morning Oregonian cold. See how that goes. May get a run in today, in Skyhawk. The hills. Haven’t done that in a while. Now I’m out of that stall or complacent cocoon I was in earlier this morning, right as I woke from an odd dream of me running on a trail, uphill, carrying a cinderblock. What the….
Saw Shannon, one of the Sales Coordinators, when I walked into the break room to make coffee. Need to utilize this place, this office and everyone I know… build the vendor list, or partner sheet. Later… not sure why I thought of that when I saw Shannon, but it makes sense. All these new people I’ve met as a direct consequence of being HERE, at Sonic.
And from out of nowhere…. OFFBLOG, OFFBLOG. Should get on phone. Oh shit, it’s 9:12. Bathroom first, more coffee….
Call with prospect ended well, going to send something off for approval, and I could have ink by EOD. Waiting, that’s the part I hate. Patience, one thing I’m not good at.
I’m not writing enough in the ACTUAL journal, the Composition Book. And I tell students to? Fucking hypocrite. Noticing a fair amount of contradiction in my character and story lately. The solve is through simplification, consolidation.
Today – store, errand for kids, prep and clean house. Making a project from this weekend, my first on my own with all three kids and the two big kids staying overnight. Why am I so nervous? How hard can it be? Just be a kid yourself, Mike… be one of them and the time will fly by, and you’ll be sad as shit when Sunday’s pickup occurs at 5pm.
Obviously I am overthinking the shit out of this. More coffee, but not here. Need a latte, treat for myself. Why not. Bouncing back and forth between projects. Plotting out day, all hours, one by one…. 10:25, good time to leave, I think. Work a bit from Starbucks, then back home. Maybe get in a run…. Not sure how with the errands. Should have run this morning, gone to the gym like the other day before daylight even had a chance to howl.