Back from Novato meeting. New accrued knowledge on fiber install and voice offerings for prospective clients. Hour and forty minutes left in fast. When back from run, I’ll eat something. Thinking one of the sub-par sandwiches from one of the refrigerators, this building’s or the other. Or maybe I shouldn’t run today. Take the day off. Think Bill, the COO, also a radicalized runner, does on Wednesdays. If I do, I could do back-to-back 7’s Thursday and Friday, which would put me at 27 for the week. I think. OR…. Do 5k today, then 7 and 7, then I’d be at 30 for the week. Like that better. I don’t know. I’m going to go out, but not even close to an hour’s worth.
Decided I’m to stay late tomorrow, and come in for 2 or 3, maybe 4 hours on Saturday, after my visit to Aperture Cellars. The workload isn’t excessive, I merely need to schedule every hour, all days. Use Sonic Calendar for everything.
Thinking some water is needed. No more caffeine. Cut back on caffeine. MY GOD, I have too much of it in my system. Natural energy and beat, not something coaxed by the product of beans, some somehow-justified chemical.
Seeing, the only thing I should be doing at this desk, is generating revenue and prospecting new business. Expect my entries from desk to be shorter, curt even, seemingly less interested though the fervor and fire still is very much intact and kept.