2:40 Back at loft after quick outing with the kids, sports store then back. Henry acting moody like his writer father so I thought he wanted sleep but looks like he just didn’t want to be out and around humans. Can’t blame him. He is like me, poor chap.
Watching 9ers game, trying not to think about the week. Rather, a class I’m to soon teach. Nonfiction, journaling, manifesting through sentences. The most plain, or seemingly boring of instances translated.
Only short pieces. More laundry, notice myself finally making dents. Running in SF tomorrow. 5 miles forced.