Henry still asleep, Jack and Emma down here with me while I write a report for the weekend for their mom, and sip this espresso and now right this.  Today, only making a list of what I’ve done, not what I hope to do.

Haven’t read my Daily Stoic yet.  One of my projects that I’m not writing for the day.  Actually, haven’t read the past few, just either skimmed them in the office or here at the loft.  Going forward with this thought architecture, Stoicims…

Trying to set up a couple meetings for today with blogging prospects.  Just sent an email and texted.  See what happens.  If no response, then I’ll go out and prospect.  Small businesses…. Of course people but the small business world and sensibility fascinates me.  I’ll hit LinkedIn, explore and excavate.  Actually, let me look now…

Small business.  OH… my friend Jess down the street, the shop she has with her mom.  I need candles here, so I’ll drop by, look around, study.

Rain the whole day, allegedly.  Not saying what I’ll do.  No plan is the plan…. All whim, delight.  Every moment its own standalone lesson and Composition.