Then quiet. And I mean a hard, discernible void of sound. I try to think of something to write and keep returning to this, here in the office and me as an AE. How this story started, where I am now…. Meeting set for next week, sales meeting in 2.5 hours.
Tech and wine, write about both. Fiber-optic internet connectivity and feverishly it’s sought. Prospecting new business and all that embodies, how I’ve made a blog and project of it.
Tasting confirmed for tomorrow. Researching winery now…. Have had the wines at her house, and I think maybe once before but who knows. In the wine life you taste so much you forget what wineries and what vineyard and AVA, what vintage and winemaker and pretty much everything. Like you never tasted it.
So then I guess I’ve never had AXR wines, there you go.
Started a words list, titled WORDS LIST NEW. First word entered for today. Every day for the rest of my life, a new word. Challenge and project to self. Same for poems… which I always forget about. Why. How dare I forget? Not like I do it on purpose.
Like having the time as its own line and sentence, thesis or idea. Bathroom break, then food truck, then back to house.
No truck. 11:09, leaving for Oliver’s. Treating the FUCK out of myself today.