12:33

Lunch.  No run yet today, not sure I’ll have the energy to get on in today.  Tomorrow and Friday I will, but today… may just have to pass.

Class today, good.  Wouldn’t say great, but surely it’s good.  It’s me, I’m a little off and I can’t determine why.

Trail mix on desk, sparkling water, and thoughts.  Thoughts of, well, everything.  How I want the rest of my life to look, feel.  What people I haven’t talked to in forever – people from the wine industry and teaching at SRJC, students and other instructors… people from college…

Life in its entirety.  Then my attention is taken and detained by this trail mix.  Why.  Wait, what?  Trail mix?  The mixture of it, how this picture I just took for no reason other than to take it and see what resulted.

Blending, mixture and somehow it making sense.  I don’t know, M&M’s and raisins in the same hold is odd to me.  But, it works.

This is suggesting something.  But, WHAT.

Will think about it, let you know when I have something.

12:38… Nurse messages me asking if I’m writing.  She knows my character better than I do.  So many ways, levels, respects and perspectives.  She, my Goddess girl, indescribable, knowing me in the way I want to be known.

We message back and forth.  I smile and wish I were working from home today.  Don’t think I slept too well, and I hate to say it but I blame Porty, our cat.  Hopping on and off our bed in dark and quiet and supposedly still hours.

I keep moving.