Not much writing done yesterday.  So behind on word aim it’s not even worth mentioning.

Sending out a good-sized contract later, have a call with a prospect.  Haven’t heard back on small contract I sent out.  May work at coLAB again today.  Want to stay out in the Field and out of the house as much as possible.

8:55

Leads group this morning, uneventful but gave me a couple ideas.  Tired this morning, and not sure why.  Think I got good sleep, didn’t I?  Remember waking a couple times, and this morning right before six and realizing I had about 45 minutes left of sleep and I think I was just in and out.  Never totally asleep.

Don’t care.  Have time to sleep when I’m dead.  Isn’t that what people say?  So happy to not be teaching this semester.  First in years where I haven’t, and I am indifferent.

Run yesterday was utterly failed, just getting over 1.5 miles.  Lower back started to hurt and I was tired from the drive to and from SF, and just not in the mood.

Will drive to San Rafael after 9:30 call.  Walk around downtown and see what happens.  If anything, somewhere to write, maybe start reading some of the Sedaris book.  To be out, walking around…. May leave laptop here at HQ.  The thought of someone breaking into the Prius doesn’t bother me at all, but having a laptop stolen, well, ruins me.

Focusing on SELF this morning, talking to self and leaving any pessimism behind me.  Same with pessimistic or outwardly and obviously negative people.  In conference room, makeshift office at HQ.  Business escalating. Keep prospecting, I tell myself.  Be a prospecting ANIMAL like the Director called you when you started.  Certain concerns not addressed right now.

Life of late like a ziggurat, steps and more steps.  When do I reach the landing, or even surface.  Enjoy the steps, each stair stepped on.  Attempt at “coaching” self and I hate that goddamn word as you probably know.  Spinning head, unsure of what’s next to be said.

Someone knocks on window far too hard to get my attention instead startling me a bit.  Person wanting to talk, she was carrying a shovel and I asked if she were looking for the lost Dutchman’s gold.  No, she answered unamused, giving it to someone who needs it, someone who’s house-poor.  Okay, I said, indicating I need to get back to it.  And we parted.

Story telling me I need get out of the office.  First, the call….  9:13 now, so in 17 minutes.  Sipping second cup, coffee for me more what a shock.

9:21am

Call in 9.  Bored… what do I do to the day to make it, I don’t know.. different somehow.  Drive to Petaluma, or San Rafael.  Somewhere.  Get out of the office.  Go have breakfast somewhere.  Thinking now maybe stay here in Santa Rosa, go walk around those two buildings.  Walk in and say hi, simple.