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Still waking up.  3-shot latte should help.  

9:39, have about an hour.  Need today to do something… already have notes for week, for prospecting.  #prospectesk given more attention.  Buying domain TONIGHT, no fail.  Making offer on ANOTHER house either today or tomorrow.  More than likely today.  More optimistic in this campaign.  Pardon my negative notes a couple days ago.  Actually, yesterday.

First sip, and I’m off.  Missing the kids horribly this morning.  Thinking about them in the new house, and working with me… selling off BDX or #prospectesk one day, starting another business, then another, leave to kids.  Pay for ALL their college and opportunities or avenues to certain potentials.

They are my navigational climate and decision barometer, I said to self driving here.

Cooking another idea… surrounding happiness, living and not existing, smiling more than you let yourself previously.  Setting it aside for now.  Just the Sunday morning I needed.  Any morning, regardless of day.

Three men off to left at that small circular table, talking about what the other did last night.  So smily and positive.  They move from idea to idea with the same frenzy and speed the dogs did this morning in the backyard.  I stop listening when I’m pulled to attention of this Emancipator track, then another blog idea, or idea for business… stick with #prospectesk, I tell myself.  Move money, draw timeline.

This book, or another, about work.  Working toward what you want, not a how-to, but realizing the attainable nature of all ideas.  Startup, blogging, tech and internet… not being wage-addicted. Inventing a job, if you would.  I’m so submerged in this idea I lose sight of everything around me, the men the baristas my latte even the laptop keys.

Taken ‘way by a call, real estate agent.  Not letting my hopes get too high, even though I feel much better about this offer than the others.  Changing subject because the more I think about it the more I think about it and am into and start painting pictures in brain.  Moving on…

This entry has already lived beyond its intend paragraph count.  Word count as well.  10:06, leaving soon.  Nothing striking me.  The humans around me I can only guess their stories, but I know mine I realize.  This shift, everything that’s happened – my call yesterday with Nick and how he drew the parallel of war, and expecting to be shot or killed.  Exaggerative maybe, but not as much as I’m impulsed to judge.  Taking advantage of the peace here, and with this latte… sipping that gingerbread k-cup and watching Cooper and Bruce run in circles and to the back reach of the property.

My kids.. what are they doing.  Jack in his math quest, Emmie and her learning of words and spelling, little Henry with his walking and jog attempts.  Old pic of Henry, then Jack right after he was born.  Oh my…. I’m so old.  Time is passing and taunting me.  I have to MOVE, quicker.  More freely and creatively.  Everything is a business, everything can be sold, built.

So much this morning being solved.  Answered.  Clear.  

Composition.