Having sufficiently combed the newspaper headlines for useless bits of daily fodder, I find myself ready to begin the next phase of my morning. This will involve standing beneath a stream of warm water whilst cleansing myself of yesterday’s somewhat gamy accumulations.
The apartment itself could use a good scrub, but I’ll wait for later in the day when I will need to rest my mind from all the editing I have planned for the day. I figure I have about 14 hours of consciousness ahead of me. It will be satisfying to dedicate at least three of ’em towards some reading.
I saw a photo of Jazzy this morning on facebook. I wanted to pick up the phone and call her, but she’ll be on her way to school. Later perhaps. I have this delicate balance between how much I allow myself to think about her. Too much, and I come to feel tangibly the many miles between us – which only leads to frustration.
That’s about as far as I wish to go with that thought.
Time to focus on other things – more external things. The day has much in store.