This office, I don’t want certain things and moods touching it.  As in… never mind.  Work, if I can be honest.  I only want this desk and space and place and wall to be for this, for journal pages and books.  The journal pages, a project I’m working on and thinking about….  Something else for tomorrow.

Wrote list just now, 7 items.  Kids get picked up at 10.  Right after that haircut and carwash, then maybe run?  It’s supposed to rain tomorrow I think, but I don’t care.  Tomorrow I’m forcing myself to become a reborn runner.

Supervising self, harshly.