I fucking did it.

6.32 miles, 8:47 per.

Not bad.  In fact, I’m surprised I did that well, considering how fucked my/our sleep was last night.

Little after 13:00.  Thinking of either getting out of the house and writing or driving somewhere to take pictures.  Either one or the other Mikey, can’t have both.  And… READ.  Did I bring the Sedaris books with me yet?  Doesn’t look like it.

Notes for day, in terms of event, ones I remember and that I think are mentionable, contributing to the writer sitting here on the second floor at this small desk, writing…

Wake @ 06:30, shower with Nurse (yes, ‘with’, and I never write about things of this type…)

Out door, to Peet’s, short coffee date

Drive Nurse to NB campus

Me back home to write

Quick nap

Early lunch, two helpings, soup made other night (by Nurse, not me.. no way I could make something that delicious)

Out door, in persistent and disruptive rain, heavy clothes, log 6.32 @ 08:47 per

Back home, sparkling water, check in with Nurse over text, and at keys

Now, to dry off and get out of running leggings/sweats-like pants, dress and write in journal offsite somewhere.  Maybe somewhere new, not Merchant & Main.  Maybeeeee……. I don’t know.

Stop planning, I tell myself.  The new year is more of whimsy and being peripatetically present, rather than maturely drawn out.

…..

Seeing a new table

New offering, set

And me, one of the non-stressed

Now anyway, imagine that