$1.25 into “J4H”, Jar4Home. Every cent counts, same as with words and my 2022 word count quota on which I’m behind. Said I wouldn’t focus on word count years ago but it’s clear I always do.
Kids playing in their room giving me some time to collect. Coffee, no espresso. Need to descale that thing, I think.
I hear Emmie say something down the hall but not sure what. Getting Henry at 11, family 49ers game dinner party here at 5-something.
Big kids’ volume escalates… time to get them, make them come out for breakfast. Received a slight protest when I first saw them.
Ten more minutes I said to them, said the timer had been stated.
One thing on mind, and it’s obvious. My writing home… Cotati. This has to be it, it has to be. Why wouldn’t it— STOP. Move your thoughts somewhere else, like these receipts… No that’s boring, and I have no interest in inputting them. OH THAT’S RIGHT… I was going to get the kids Daddy Breakfast at Starbucks. Should use that over them if they push back when the ten minutes is up. Great idea… Daddy bribery, or pressuring, muscle, something like that. Works nearly every time.
Doing everything differently, readjusting my character and ways of doing things, seeing people and images, the view from back window, the kids, myself, the coffee, money, whatever house or townhouse/condo I end up in. Reading, reacting…. The AE story and how this year should be IT. What gets me to MY office…