Day is meal-planned, something I’ve tried before but was anything but consistent.  Running at lunch, no fail…. Gear out, shoes ready.  Five miles, more than enough time.

Today, it’s like I’m deciding to throw out all the furniture and just write on the floor, legs crossed.

Class in 1hr, 14min till class.  Should go till about 14:30, I’m thinking.  Putting more of my personal, organic, more universal curriculum into today’s blocks.  Like the speech yesterday, and the book due in 18 days….  Deciding to STOP.  With the perpetuation of certain forms and old ways, beneficial or not.

Today is about whim…. No warm-up.  No planning committee internally…  Just ink moving like weather.  Typing like random San Ramon tremors.

That seems like FOR.EV.ER. ago, when I lived there.  They dubbed it the San Ramon swarm, a bunch of little quakes close together in time.  Kept me up, and I had to work the next day for that dickhead insurance agent.  Fun times, not.