11:25 Haircut done, latte from Starbucks, couldn’t resist. About to do a hopefully quick call. Still not in a running mood. So what then…. Run tomorrow with the Nurse at her gym. Okay settled. Lunch here, launch for vv at 15:00 or so… good. Day planned. Money where it needs to be.
Shouldn’t have got this latte. Shit… can feel every bit of jitter … I’m a jittering bug, as my grandma used to say, telling me about the jitterbug and how her and grandpa would dance that way, way back in the day.
Typing fast – lunch time. All tasks met, had a little work to do. Want something Chinese from that place on the corner. Leaving later than estimated for vv the Nurse telling me they delayed a surgery. Hmmm… so how does that shape the hours approaching?
Buzz from the latte fades, but slowly. Writing my way to whatever I want, and writing differently, speaking to myself as I do, pushing keys. Like my own writing lab instructor – oh my god, remember that, the writing lab at Solano, I ask myself.
Don’t miss those days, nor the fucking commute.
Lunch.. gratitude in this loft, its office.