Great day at Orin Swift. Wrote a little in phone, will xfer later. Now in office. Quiet, no music. Sent something to lawyer, and need thoughts before work week. Stressing no more. Why.&nb… | Continue reading
Half run school Demented, knowing the right Ear style side Invented, glowing in blithe Talk, accuse, repeat Convenient formula for audience Sonoma to DC, any office that Will subscribe … | Continue reading
Power nap for lunch and a quick peanut butter sandwich, chips. No money spent so far today. Good. Save, gave self allowance for tomorrow though I don’t think I’ll touch any of it … | Continue reading
Busy morning with kids, running a little late. Not too much, but enough for some stress, angst in getting logged into work. I’m going ALL in with this new sales story. More than knowing what… | Continue reading
49 outside, too cold to run. Rest an excuse and one I’m embracing. Starting running week, five days straight, Saturday after kids leave. Also need haircut, again. If I can afford it. Kidding. … | Continue reading
Should get on the phone today, make a few calls. Why not. Latte almost done, lips like desert cracks, thirsty ground. Call with Kerri, she calling me… telling me she’s not doing the radio show any… | Continue reading
Don’t see contacts and just “contacts”. Yes, log all information and contact methods, but get to know the character, their story. Anymore, refusing to say ‘sales’. It’s not, at le… | Continue reading
….. 9:23, nearly forgot I had to pick up my car from the collision replace place in Santa Rosa. Did that, got latte, and in chair. This office is a goddamn mess and it’s stressing me.&n… | Continue reading
Where I am, what I’m doing, who I am. The NOW. | Continue reading
Different beach, cars light Neighborhoods listening, gust Gate golden, half moon | Continue reading
Tired when up this morning but site walk enlivened me, and anticipation of it. Home now, working here tomorrow. 8:40 present time. Not much writing today, but…. Here I am. Missing the kids… | Continue reading
Sip of water, and not looking at the clock. Getting sick of it. Literally making me sick. Each minute gone is another step to an old age. Pessimism, that’s what time does to… | Continue reading
No slander against the office and those in it. They’re my prime learning beacons. Just need to get out, be seen, start face-to-face conversations. Still coughing, congested, tired. Already … | Continue reading
Working from home, feeling sick. Hate this time of year, and at my age now this is what I associate with it. Infuriating. I don’t think ‘Holidays’, I think ‘there’s something goin… | Continue reading
Writing in journal all day. Tired from night with my littlest Beat, Henry. Trouble sleeping at beginning, but later tranquil, consistent. Keep asking self what I did wrong. Prospecting … | Continue reading
Bathtime for kids, successful as always. Henry objecting at first but then getting in with his sister and loving his Daddy Spa hour. Fast broken just ahead of 15.5 hours with some granola, the pea… | Continue reading
Work… what I want to do for the rest of my life. What I want to be known for, remembered for. Writing, wine, health, being a dad… business. Creative. A lot of things I guess… | Continue reading
Relaxing Sunday. 4 shots made here in house. Think I’ve finally quit or significantly cut back on Noto and Starbucks. Watch though tomorrow morning me head to Brooks Road first thing. Henry with… | Continue reading
Just back from Cravin’s, their favorite and only preferred candy store. Me reheating one of Ms. Nichole’s chocolate chip cookies for Henry but total fathering fail, him getting chocolate all over h… | Continue reading
5:48, making dinner in a bit. All day out, to Sonoma and back then some lunch here at the loft, break and let food rest then well over 90 minutes of football, then to the Green. Resting, collecti… | Continue reading
Ages, soon greater numbers. Nothing I can do. Be more than just fully present. Henry running in here from climbing on his sister to either say hi or just check on me, not sure. Chess last nig… | Continue reading
Great night sleep for little Henry and I, Jack waking a little early, curiously. Total zen in poz loft condo. Second floor now, to be expect. Jack talking with one of his friends over that g… | Continue reading
Settled in with kids. Trip to sports store for some wishes of theirs, then play at the park, grocery shopping and lunch pickup, more playing outside now hanging in loft, relax. Tired, feel like … | Continue reading
Clock append slow Watch Or don’t Drive to there Quicker leaf Wind Rain press She knows it Truth avoid Tok over tick Stop and sit Coffee copied Lots explained angle Skies Events boast dimes More pla… | Continue reading
Wrote a poem and I know I need to write more, others, capturing everything I’m going through, or seeing not just going through. Work, the commute, how dark it is in the morning. The kid… | Continue reading
It’s talking to me, repeatedly Some message meant only for me Emirate talk, purpose and place Kiln emotions, kiss and walk Verses to me and the drive Sonoma vineyard concert Quiet cordon, leaves wi… | Continue reading
Back at loft, latte and zen. Another idea for startup, connected to present prop tech story, no elaboration now. Too slow still, caffeine needs to do its job. Leaving to get kids soon. A little o… | Continue reading
In office. Still sniffling and with a little congestion, not sure that’s what you’d call it but either way I’m fine and functioning and about to dive into receipts and budget and some anchor … | Continue reading
Anyway… where is this, my story, my activity and sales story with the prop tech co, going? I don’t know. And I love that I don’t. Just save, keep the winery and tasting room as a symbol, a sough… | Continue reading
That’s the obstructor, obviously. Shower then laundry, then walk to Noto, where I am now, waiting for a quad shot latte, needed after a night of on and off sleep. Heading to parents’ around 3 or … | Continue reading
Think it’s kind of silly we have to work today, but…. It is what it is, as people say. Back at the loft, working in kitchen. Too cold in the office. Triple espresso made here like yes… | Continue reading
I always seem to stop at that light. What is it, Columbus and Broadway? Either way, I think of my son, Jack… how his mother sold me on that name. I was opposed to the name Jack at first, foolish… | Continue reading
Not much written yesterday, nothing posted. Soul injured, but I’m writing way through and out of it. The kids are watching, and reading. Teaching them through me teaching me. Yesterday site walk te… | Continue reading
Get it out quick, fire No need to think or make sense Delusion glimmer | Continue reading
Receipts and notebooks, journals in bag. Sipping espresso before Starbucks. Yes, I’m going to get a latte. Mentally not ready for commute and being in the city, certainly not driving in it. Cou… | Continue reading
At all There is more to acknowledge Appreciate See and feel, study We wish for so much when the want doesn’t need to be wanted It’s here, present, in front of you. | Continue reading
In every step and syllable. Postmodern promise….. | Continue reading
Woke feeling fearless, grateful. Everything 2023 will speak. Heading out the door to St. Helena, the new tasting room story. People probably in town for Thanksgiving so could be busy.&n… | Continue reading
3:48 Up from a 90 minute nap, almost 90 minutes, put on some laundry, make espresso, come down to office to collect. From earlier, running errands and what not, two valuable pieces of perception. 1… | Continue reading
My son and best friend…. Little Kerouac. Jack Patrick Madigan…. Love him and learn so much from his brilliance and curiosity. Grateful. | Continue reading
Do two things right now…. Take some of Henry’s toys upstairs to Emma’s room, their hangar. I’m sure this reads like someone with OCD, I’m sure. If so let me know… Always do… | Continue reading
and one of those PJ Make figures from his sister’s room, where the toys are. We come back down so he can play with the car pushing it forcefully so it dashes across most of the loft floor. He los… | Continue reading
Off a quick call with a friend, Lexi, asking me to do a favor for her get a bottle of olive oil from Davis Family. Told her I was planning on going tasting today anyway and this gives me the … | Continue reading
All days are stories and have something for me. Henry asking for help with his show, always pressing a button nd exiting out of it and needing me to find what he was watching and where. Break… | Continue reading