The friday night before i leave on monday evening. for now, bob marley is keeping me sane as i try to ignore the layers of notes and scribbles on my desk that should tell me what i need to do or have done or never mind dont do but note anyway. instead, i compile 20 some-odd notes onto one 8-1/2 x11" page of a larger notebook that i put aside as i ponder what to do next.
a silent yankee/met game off to the side that i could care less about. i should be doing something important. oh! game over. yanks lose. ho-hum. much to do i think, or am i just rewriting what i need to be reminded of instead of doing what im writing about? happily, i dont feel weighted down or anxious. yet.
ok. 4 hours later im making progress. this, i suppose, will be the pace and place of where im calling from.
a silent yankee/met game off to the side that i could care less about. i should be doing something important. oh! game over. yanks lose. ho-hum. much to do i think, or am i just rewriting what i need to be reminded of instead of doing what im writing about? happily, i dont feel weighted down or anxious. yet.
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