Collecting thoughts.  The room says so much and I ask it to keep communicating.

Sparkling water #3.  Night 7 of NO wine or anything.  Can feel the shift in my character. Walking outside the office and writing in my head a manifesto on content creation and the most prominent framing is in the obvious.

What people think isn’t “interesting”.  Make it so.  Or, just communicate it.

After dinner and this writer’s fiancée gets called into work and he listens to the washing machine, and the dogs outside whine, that they’re mad I’m having a little dessert treat and they’re not.  So then, what do they want me to do?

Gathering from this, everything.  Their life, then mine.  Juxtaposed and compared, listening to what they’re discussing between themselves, or what they could be in those whimpers.

Are they judging me?  I don’t know why I find this thought trajectory so funny.

I found gummy bears in the pantry.  Not sure when the last time I had any was, and when I was so happy to be eating them.  Tonight is a win, now.

I’m finding the gummy bears funny now, what is with me?

The lesson from this sitting – Humor.  Find the funny, in everything.