And, what?

Drawing circles in the journal, waiting, for some push.

Something from the Story itself, to move me.

Raining outside, someone playing one of those infernal pinball machines, with all the metallic clunky bang/chong/RING sounds… ugh.  Going back to the desk in a bit.

…..

Coffee leaving it all up to me.  Okay….

How much do I have on my account, for the snack kiosk??  Can’t remember…

I should run, just 5k.  But… tired, weird dream last night kept me up.

Definitely not running today.  Doing the expected thing of promising tomorrow.  Yeah right….

The day, deciding.