Dear Diary – Day 62
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7:45 – sleep
8:45 – sleeeeep
9:45 – sleeeeeeeeep
10:45 – I guess it's time to embrace the world.
No headache today! That's a WIN!!! Tired... but eight hours of sleep after a week of three and four, yeah, I bet I ache.
Shave Brush Floss Shower
I am a human being again. No stress today. Client work is all topped to the point of dialing in details. Out for revision and waiting for feedback.
Uhp! There's feedback. These guys are voracious!
11:30 – Client meeting
which is me smiling at camera and typing typing typing my own thing Mostly them directing the animators. Glad I'm not an animator on this project. LOTS of tiny tweaks. I never was a finish carpenter. Odd that I ended up polishing posters for a living.
Rough ideation is both the most satisfying and the most frustrating thing I've ever done.
12:00 – 2nd Client meeting
Nothing to report. Just checking in to say, we'll call if we have work. This client is like that. They want to maintain the relationship. Which, good for me!
12:30 – Lunch with my nephew (SL). He's a troubled soul seeking his contentment. We talk for a long time about his successes and discuss why his cousin, CD (my other nephew) isn't faring better spiritually.
My assessment is that CD just has a streak in his heart that makes him want to choose selfish goals. It didn't help that the personalities in the congregation are some of the most distancing I've ever met. Strange. We are supposed to be friends.
Burger is lackluster and missing veggies. At $7 for a drink fries and a burger, I don't really expect much I am disappointed until SL tells me his wife has this dreaded gut bacteria and I think maaaaaybe I should avoid eating out for a while. It does not sound fun.
Conversation drifts to rebuilding engines, time with our fathers, how one swear word (horseshit) in Spider-man Brand New day made him clench because he'd taken his 9 year old son to see it. It made my great-nephew burst out laughing. They DEF do not miss a thing.
personally, I'd be more concerned with the level of violence. But, that's me. I'm a bit more sensitive to that after learning to beat the living hell out of my sisters watching tom and jerry and bugs and daffy.
2pm – writing.
I'm really procrastinating. But I WANT TO WRITE! I'm revising old posts for re-introduction. I'm in the process of rebuilding 5 years of writing. Very close to a million words.
Cull.
Cull.
Cull.
My tens of readers are such hungry children. haha.
Everyone wants to be read by millions. My aspirations are MUCH much much lower. Single digits is fine with me.
3pm – okay enough for now. Client work.
I need SOME Progress for our 5pm checking call. So far, feeling great. Hydrated and making plans to rebrand my writing logo and just try to be as positive about the future as circumstances. Allow.
There's enough love in me for a nation. Why should I worry about anything at all? Just be kind to those I can be.
I made notes on my shower-pontifications that I want to expand on as well. To come today:
Trey and Aleen and Knox – The theft accusaions and fallout.
Marriage and being made in God's eyes (why the chemical explosion?)
And about 7 other things I forgot to write down.
No dreams to intpret though... so I'll have to make something g up.
Stand by