9:54 and wondering when I should leave for the TR. Already that time. That was quick. For some reason I thought I’d have at least an hour to write here. Guess not. I suck at math.
I blank. I am a blank. Can’t think of anything outside this Peet’s shop, location on Broadway. That’s where I need stay. Older couple sitting in chairs to my right, against the window. Time reminder.. do everything I want and love, be more AE than I’ve ver been. And not only with Sonic, in fact less with the AE role but more immediately LIFE, where I am and what I’m doing.
Thinking this way makes me miss the classroom, the students, some with whom I’m still in touch-and-go contact, and others not seen since. Still dream of teaching nonfiction oat Stanford. One day… has to happen.
Checked word count, how am I already there. Lady, also older, against wall to left small table with window, on her phone. Who is she texting, where did she come from, what does she do typically on her Sundays. None of the characters I need know extensively or even minutely. They remind me I’m here…