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After a trip to the coffee spot by the Green the other week, I turned left and left on a random street, then writer back in chair.  Cup smoldering on desk, taste still bitter but beautiful and seductive nudge.  Don’t want to be stuck in thought so I won’t let SELF stop typing, who gives…

morning-ing journaling

8:57 AM Windsor…. Been a while since I’ve written in this spot on a Saturday.  Emma and Henry up, Jack here later, much later.  Emma with a game, and the day is structured. Latte singing to me.  Didn’t work last night as desired, and I’m more than at peace with it.  Wanted all the time…

Smelling the RAIN

Ops meeting at 10.  Back from coffee and taking one of the vehicles in, all with Nurse.  In a mode and mood of attainment today.  In any and all prospects and regards, anything I can think of.  Not in office, WFH for day, may go into office later. Writing more on this Sales Training Story…….

9-6-25

1:38 PM.  Vacaville. Got back from run a bit ago.  Wanted 5 or more but the heat stopped me.  Surprised I did what I did after brunch not long before in Winters, followed by sparkling wine and a couple wines tasted at Turkovich. Nurse and her friend now by the pool, me stealing a couple…

journal

Meeting going over by 30, so 90 mins total.  Too hot outside to run.  SHIT.  Should have hit the pavement early.  But… no excuses.  Own the reality. 12:08 Lunch done.  Landscapers doing their landscaper things with loud blades and engines, propellers and what be so no power nap. Yes I was thinking of taking one…

coffee stains for medals

half-dead laptopwounded animal. I don’t “wake up.”resurrect.claw from graveOf sleep and doubtAnd the same questionsThat chewed my nerves yesterday. No more.Not today.Today is blunt force.Today is fangs.Today is singular. She, the only solver, healer—My need for her — InexplicableAngel flight into the clean war. Composition. Dreams…Polite battles fought.But meTrench-rot and inkfire.

Soon.  All I’m going to say.

Found a new attitude and perspective, early this morning after an odd dream I can’t remember now but I felt uncomfortable and hesitant not so much scared to fall back into any peculiar or startling image-scape. NEWNESS, like the Students at SRJC and I used to talk about with Kerouac’s Road.  Writer, new experiences…. The…