Did some writing at Del Valle where I had lunch, then to back-to-back meetings.  Home now, one call then couple to-do’s, then beer and closing day.  Need to go for a walk after sitting in that meeting room for so long.  Maybe to Flagship, have a glass of SB, watch part of a baseball game.  Not bring a journal with me just live, be fully part of the scene and not distracted by my own writing.

Weird being in this house alone, after the weekend with the kids and taking all three to their respective learneries.  The car getting quieter with each drop-off.  Jack the last, he and I talking finding a shortcut to his campus, talking about the weekend and all the fun we had.

Now I rethink walking to the Green.  Shit… this always happens.  Indecisiveness wraps a tentacle around my contraption and decision ability if it’s even there. Think it’s from being tired, waking as early as I did this morning.  But I have to.. need to get out more as a writer, Mark suggested today doing the same in the AE story, to me and everyone.

Do I need a sweater….?