06:40. Alarm at quarter to 6, Nurse up needing to be on campus by 07:00. She wakes urges me to go back to sleep, “Just rest babe,” she says but I refuse. She calls me stubborn. Am I? I think so. So… I get dressed and brush and make myself espresso. She leaves after a…
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10-22-25 Class done. Couple tech issues but nothing overly concerning. Writing new methods and notes for future classes, points to present to whomever inside the Company, and elsewhere. Learning from the day you have to adapt. That nothing is truly a plan as all “plans” come with the possibility of change or edit. 15:50…. Need…
from the book…
Morning with the Nurse. Saturday. Relaxed, in Windsor. Gratitude-wrapped. The morning doesn’t need anything flashy or syllabic. Just what is. Walk to Noto, a latte, shower and laundry. Now typing in bed with Nurse while she reads and looks at photos, scrolls, enjoys her morning deservedly after an extended stretch of Nurse shifts. Realizing that…
10-2-25
In office. 09:51. Quiet. Meeting with VP at 11:00. Running today without any excuses or delays, or no-show from me on pavement. Running today, no doubt. 5k to 5 miles, somewhere in there. Going slow. Distance is the goal so just telling myself, “FIVE MILES, you’re doing five miles.” 10:44, meeting in a bit, no…
9-30-25
Booked event for sales team, for next month. Now back to scribbling ideas on Key Behaviors Project, and the ‘Assessment Hub’, as I call it. Peaceful day, listening to a LoFi playlist meant for studying, and focus. It called for rain, but now…. Wanting another latte, with the disappointment of no rain. Might treat the…
notes
“So alive and electric and fearless today, babe…” I just wrote the Nurse. And I am. Can’t hold it in place, can’t bottle it. Maybe it’s the coffee, maybe it’s simply being here, present, anchored in this shifting routine I’ve carved out inside ’50—what we call this building. 1:36 PM. So quiet it feels staged,…
In office a little late but I’m catching up. Meetings all day.
Singularizing, simplifying. Thinking of my brother Chris’ stories and explanations of how he built his business. The cowering space, the cafe, and other. I see what I’m doing wrong. Or maybe not wrong, but what I could improve. Again, simplifying. Lunch comes and goes, and I’m standing at the desk with two of my three…
Back from a day long and stuffed with baseball hours. Kids relaxing, me as well. Deserved, so well-deserved.
How I am with myself, the inward scribbles and talk, how it forms and the resulting tangibles. Wish I could spend the day tomorrow in content production mode, but no. Office. Meetings. And more meetings. All the internet talk. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but this Professor Mikey drawing board is electric and…
Writing this morning and new mind about me. Being a champion, fighter, just accepting the visions I have as real.
Traveling the world with the Nurse, writing a book in this condo and keeping this condo as just that – a Windsor Writing Station. Much the same the new train station down the street has become realize by Windsor’s town. 9:24 AM… kids playing outside, me shredding some papers as I more and more hate…
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Repeat, repeat…. The day’s call.
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