I need to go through old writings, wherever I can find them.  Device or journal, some file or those little scribbled pieces behind my desk in the downstairs office.

Who knows what’s out there in my blackhole of a writing vault.  Could keep looking, but don’t want to miss anything in the Now…. Nurse goes to hair appt, her daughter P the stylist.  95 fucking degrees outside.  Guess that means we’re stuck in here.  I mean what can do, go for a walk?  I’m even reluctant to go in the pool with the kids, with the lack of shade and protection from the angry sun here in VV.

11:45, imagining what Sunriver will feel like.  How the air is, smell and taste and feel.  It’s different every year.

Lining up streets and businesses for prospecting when I get back.  Again, each day in the street, working at a coffee shop.

Henry asks for Gatorade I tell him to wait a minute and that I’m working, I’ll get it in a second.  He not pleased with my answer walks away talking to himself.  I start to laugh a bit but then stop, trying to hear what he’s saying.  Did he just say, “Daddy is stupid?”

Now I am laughing, and can’t help it.