13:12
Managed to write 6.3-ish miles. Shower after and lunch for kids, now we count down till Henry’s T-ball entraînement. Practice…
Laughing to myself about earlier, when Nurse said something funny in the Oliver’s cafe and a guy overheard, then walking past us saying “Sounds like true love to me…”
We laughed, Nurse a little embarrassed but we laughed. US, laughing. And happy. In love. Crazy talk, I know…
On the run, thinking about Sonoma County and wine, this return to wine I’m conspiring but not quite sure how to go about it. A simple return to what I set out to do when I first started blogging? Maybe. But, more. And it has to be different… no more of the same sameness and recycled days and ideas, execution and profusion..
Nurse texts me. One minute…
The day, perfect. A new form of empowerment and fearlessness felt. And his #SOMEREALPROFTOK idea, having me in thought. Amounting to nothing yet, but still thoughts.
#professormikey 