Phone call at ten… still have to get out an estimate to business from last week. 9:14 and almost already done with second cup. Will need another for sure, but pushing out a few minutes. Notes in the AE notebook, prospecting, communications…

One more cup. Call in 10. Day settling, as am I. After this call with the prospect there’ll be more an autopilot feel to it. Going further into my thoughts and the new Mike Madigan – the pronunciation of his identity, how he spends his time, the kids and what they’ll be thinking while reading this, if they ever do. Doesn’t matter, I’m touching the letters on this board as if they will be.

Two years old… Can’t believe it. And everything that’s happened in those 2 yrs…

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11:22 day definitely more level. Brief lull.. Wondering what I touch next. Quiet in this office, almost like a chamber or booth of sorts. Confession of course my mind goes to… Off a call, not what I wanted to hear but all good either way. Conversation is still alive, and that’s what matters.

Receipts piling obnoxiously again… No spend day, today. Sandwich for lunch, little scribbles in journal, and take time to self. Detach a bit.

Can’t wait, meaning I’m actually having trouble waiting, to see little Henry at 3:30. Starting his preschool tomorrow. I see people older than me and say “That’s me”. It’s not, but it will be. Time talking to me and in a threatening way, I feel. Nothing I can do. Acknowledge it while trying to ignore…