for Friday calls here in loft for first time.  Wines last night at Katie’s making me think more about wine and writing about it, now the next morning sipping a 4-shot latte for the first time in a while – what I do to this office and this house.  My own coffee and wine bar here, for me and family and only a few outside family.  That same feel at my own bar, small business… how do I get there. Where would it be…. Here, Windsor?

9:01.  Let people settle into their offices, businesses.  Cold down here again… need a space heater.  Upstairs to get sweater, bring something with you for archive… file box, obviously.  I want this office to be as spacious and open, minimalist and low-profile as possible.

A new idea, then another… writing, the page, filling it.  New day and character… going into call with only a comedic curve.  First call, NOW…

Left message.  Salesforce acting funny, AGAIN, so restarting AE laptop.

10:56

Latte done.  Time for one of those hazelnut coffees.  Decent amount of calls made.  No sales, but followed up on and touched all leads and promising conversations.

In love with this office, thinking about writing and instruction, Composition and teaching myself again about it.  Have to get kids in just under 6 hours.  What can I produce in that time, or do to this new writing base.  How Ir each to it, what it makes me think of…

Writing in a new location is like exchanging minds with yourself, I’ve found.  It’s a restart, a renewal… starting a new story yes but becoming a new diarist, new writer, new thinker and human.  This brick wall to my left, the view out this first floor…