12-10-24

Tired.  Day long and the commute both ways only made it longer.

In Vacaville.  No mood or energy to write, really.  This is the first of the day, with the exception of some notes earlier on the work laptop.

19:18, and getting more tired by the minute.

Asian salad for dinner, from Nugget.  Trying a new SB, Napa-stemmed.

Watching the news, rain on the way.  Good.  I miss it, to be honest.

Scribbling quick in EVERYDAY, then hopping back to the keys.  Not enough time to write as I would, so I cut and abbreviate.

Self-elevate and perambulate in new hues and truths.

The day still singing, talking to me.  In poetic clouds and edifices, new shapes and illustrates.

Not sure how much work I’m going to get done tonight, in any respect.  Writing, wine, the music mood project, telecom… I just don’t feel motivated.  Why is that?

The silly appointment this morning?  The drive tonight?  Ugh… hate when I get like this.

Have another glass, fuck it.

Watching a report about drones and “drone incursions”.  Kind of scary, but then I think it’s hilarious.  Drone incursions…?  C’mon, that’s funny.

Distracted, indifferent, but confident.  The day’s gift.