Fucking internet isn’t working right now for some reason.  Or, it’s working but so slow I’m about to use its speed as an excuse to be lazy.  Watch a movie, sip this blend, note in the journal I stole from that fucking office.

Still not connecting but I don’t care.  The music and wine and this room and the new credence are enough.  My gratitude traps and dispels whatever attitude I had earlier.  Self-talk, the journal, I’m finding a trove of education and elevation.

The day teaching me, and this new me telling ME to be a better student.