He was tired, not happy so I had to lay down with him till he fell asleep and then slid out.  Hope he wakes in better spirits.  Me not sleeping well for a number of causes.  Emma’s bloody nose at 3-something, and Henry head-butting, kicking, slapping me.  Waking me up several times then me repositioning him but he goes rick back to his fighting stance.

I’m tired, and unmotivated for the AE story.  I was unmotivated before the kids got here.  But now….  How am I going to make it through the day?  High likelihood Henry will wake irate and I will have to drive all the way back to Skyhawk to get him.

Nothing exciting to write, except for this latte from Noto.  Had my first breakfast sandwich there as well.  I need to figure out something with incredible speed, in so many regards.

Going back to the #professormikey project and blog, all efforts with that idea.  Starting now, in this chair, here, and in this mood.

Call done with lawyer, feel better.   Put on some Coltrane, and I think I’m ready to work.  You know, do the AE thing.  Feel like I could take a nap, even after the latte sips.  Just say something on LinkedIn that read “Stay hungry. Stay foolish.” Story, mine, where it’s going, the somewhat tough spot I’m in now with the AE story and ‘other’, which is all I’m calling it now and forward moving.

Honestly, more honesty.  TRUTH.  Maybe I shouldn’t say ‘other’, and just put to page what I’m addressing and defending against.  Certain monsters… explain more later, maybe.

11:12

Dinner at Mom and Dad’s later then back here for some hangout with kids then bed.  Can’t forget to get something for Emma’s poor little nose.  Last night and especially this morning, feeling the Dad role.  And in the best of ways.  Centered, knowing what I need write about and what’s the anchor in my atmosphere.  Emma this morning asking me, “Dada…. How do you build cities and houses?” I told her the question is fantastic, but not answering with an specificity trying to ready and make lunches, keep Henry appeased and clean in the same set of back and forth glides across the kitchen’s wood.

2 runs in Maui, and that’s it.  Unacceptable.  Running tomorrow after cleaning, just around here.  Maybe 5k, then clean house, then write.  Time to self.  No humans, no social, just me with me.  So needed after the trip and frankly time with my little humans.  This is just the tired talking.

In college, those pictures and room and voices reappearing for the first in…. Alicante, then Colombard, my then I guess girlfriend… ugh.  She did a fine job of ruining that last semester for me.  Or rather, me permitting her occupation and terror.  But more than that, living on campus.  Other students…. Writing with them – fiction, poetry, personal essay.  The pages printed which reminds me I need ink here.  Want to print, and print, and build books.