09:35

Jumping journals while Henry watches a little show and I here writing when I should be working.  Squirrels, as the Nurse says.  “Don’t chase those squirrels, Madigan…”

13:51

Still raining.  Henry and I inside, me sending out one contract and pricing to another prospect.  Busier than I expected to be this Friday and directly communicating with more plausible opportunities than I thought I would.  Something about today when I left bed said I wouldn’t be busy.  That the hours would just roll by but then I told myself no, I don’t want that.  I want action in the day, something to happen and maybe change the fucking momentum of this sales circle.

No lunch, just a snack and now another espresso. Shit, why not.  Going to have to get more from the Nespresso site if I keep making ‘em like this.

Wouldn’t say this contract I sent out is some big breakthrough, but definitely not a dead end.  Keep moving, no matter for what…. Have to get Emma in a bit.  That will be time away from desk, but what can I do?  No other option, obviously.

Do what you can as a working parent, especially if you’re in sales.  Of course, management wants you to be the 10 to 12 to 15 hours a day drone.  Uhm, in a word, no.

And like that, a new story.  New realization… other parents, if you’re here, I’m happy to be here with you.