Last night I was in bet before 10, my head was pounding and I was exhausted. This morning I woke up with Bella pacing around the bedroom and wanting to go out, so at 5 AM I let her out and stood outside in the dampness, it felt great. Not chilly, just a dense sense of wet from the on off rain. Back in bed I tossed and turned, checked mail on my phone, tried to decide to get out of bed or to stay in bed. I had a nice vision of having a pot of tea and a big bowl of cereal, while working from home for a while. But I’d already missed a day of work from travel then worked from home on another one, it seemed that work was calling. On the way in to work I had a funny, very early conversation with Bret about life and work and all sorts of things. He was heading to the airport trying to make a flight home to California that left in 20 minutes… Then came the short walk to work, now sitting at my desk, waiting for a script to run, drinking my tea, eating my cereal and wondering how early I can leave, what I have to do today, and if I’ll feel well enough today to make it to yoga. I’m not sure why any of this seemed worthwhile to write down, but there was a pleasant flow to going through it this morning, and I liked that.