Single mindedly today, I’m going to finish the first rough draft of the 1940’s architecture piece. The temperature in the forties now with no clouds to be seen. By later today, the weather will be perfect and in the 70’s. Instead of playing in the sun, I shall just whip through the last section of the piece.
Get it down. Lay my ideas out so I can see them. Kapow. Placing words on a page is much like levering a piece of sculpture around or working on a really big mural. Lever it up, place something, push here, step back and look there.
Dinner is going to be leftovers. Frozen. That’ll help keep the day focused. All I will have to do is thaw the pea soup for me and the chicken casserole for him.
Just today, life is awfully good.