Slow start to morning.  Talking and writing myself out of a little mood.  Not sure what caused it.  More than likely how much I miss the Nurse.  Has to be it.  Keep busy, like she advises.  That’s the key…

Caught up on tickets, from what I understand.  Feels good to be in office, in character…. Writing for lunch.  Will get back into lunch runs next week, going toward and into the new year.

12:04.  Day passing me like I’m not here, like it’s not real, like time is some monster you can’t touch.

Mood slithering back to me.  Maybe I should go get lunch.  Maybe I’m hangry.  Or maybe I should fucking tough it out….  No idea what to do.  Indecisive, and I hate that.

Writing like HST, thinking like him too.  All over the place, the story, reporting, me here at work, age 40-fucking-4.  

I’m thinking too much, not showing enough gratitude that’s for sure.

Okay.. on lunch in office.  Door closed.  Letting all thinking take whatever shape it wants to take.  Sipping coffee slow, and needed an idea.  A new one.  Yes, another.

Where do I start… here.  Wine, Blogging, Designing whatever, and Tech…. Start at wine, go wherever, then come back.  Wine and its b business hemisphere and moods, DTC and wine club… how they communicate internally and externally.  Communications….

Starting there.

12:45, might need more coffee.  Quiet.  Heading to VV at 16:30 I think.  And now what, not sure.  Message the Nurse… secure domain.

DONE.

Think I need to get some air… not liking what I’m writing, or how I’m feeling honestly.  Paying more attention to my mental health lately.  I need to, with everything.

Taking a break—

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At desk still.  13:19.  Think a lot of people are already out on vacation, or have mentally checked out ‘cause I’m not getting too many emails, or messages, requests or anything.  No news equals good news, sometimes.