Almost wrote 10:58. Sipping what’s left of the Swan Pinot. OFFBLOG. Or not. Not too much concerned with reaction or any fallout interaction. Watching a comedy, somewhat, and sipping, relaxing. Leads meeting tomorrow virtually b/c of the rising case counts.
Not in the mood to write, at all. Need coffee, and running out of it in this house. On the forward of homes and houses, looked at one down the street, or down 12 earlier that I would absolutely buy if I could just throw cash at it and be done. My patience is all but a lifeless body laying in a box in some distance forgotten if ever recalled or visited burial ground.
About 90 seconds to self left in night. Driving back home from friend’s house had image and scene seen of me in classroom at university speaking – Stanford, speaking on essays and journaling. Life lessons taught to self – self-education and its value, and nearness.
What do I open next, as capping night. Maybe a …. Merlot? Do I have any Syrah? One of Caddis Chris’ blends? No idea. Too tired to think about it now. Not in the mood to write but don’t want to be lazy like I was last night, watching a movie on this laptop and could have been typing like I am now but just being a lazy non-writing writer – a starer, eyes slapped against the screen like an automatonic outline.
The Pinot as taking on more of a raspberry or something-berry sense, telling me to be more wild. Not worry about quota, that this year and the story you’re going to tell is more About EVERYTHING than any AE at this company or any other could mold or muster.
Everything already set and told. Just play music. YOUR album.