Back at loft for a bit before heading back to Santa Rosa’s eastern side.
In office.. not letting self feel anxious as I was, thinking “I need to clean the house before leaving…” No I don’t. I’m gifting myself this – Time in the office, a clear and clean desktop. Thoughts.
All these gifts I bought other people, and I want only this for me. This… the postmodern, the “obvious”, the immediate.
Beginning first column tonight, and settled on a name for the column when parking at the Windsor Starbucks. Couldn’t believe they were open. I thanked the girl behind the reg’ for being open today. She said thank you, I think. Hard to hear from behind her mask and with how loud and busy they were.
Hard to believe I have this quiet, this peace, this gift. And it IS absolutely y gift, unusual boon for not just a writer, but human.
Missing the kids already, but writing though it. Watching them open their gifts this morning…. Don’t get me started. I don’t have time to cry.
No the New Year really is with up-wheels. Acknowledging this new week, and the outing planned for tomorrow.