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10:10 = At desk and feeling invincible as I told the Nurse.  Still trying to wake earlier, but there is tomorrow.  There is always tomorrow.

About to call a client.  Taking lunch at 12, and working the whole hour.  Ideas I shared with the Nurse yesterday about teaching and blogging and getting back in the classroom somehow.  Starting with Coelho, not Kerouac.  The journey, your “personal legend” as he puts it but my words wicked be something like “you truest of true stories and identities… and maybe there’s more than one.”

10:13, getting on the phone, and in front of these clients. Aggression, going on the offense.  NOW.

Keep writing… using the pages to push me forward.  This street, all the sounds and e-waste on the floor in form of keyboards, monitors, drives, mice, cords of several types.

My truest of true stories, asking if I’m there.  Am I as focused on it as I need to be?

Should have left bed at 05:00-something, wrote for a couple hours or 90 minutes.  Can I do that tonight, at the villa?  Can I be that disciplined?  I have to be, if this is to work.

If I’m to be in that vineyard, in the classroom…. Realizing my destiny, my only true, REAL obligation.  I’m ablaze today.