O-hai-O, April: snow and Fern the Furnace kicking on, wheezing, “more of this shit, really?”
Slowly but surely finding that sweet spot for the work schedule: all morning’s a given, now I’m parsing five-minute chunks, shift one here, shift there; add, subtract, et cetera et cetera. That balance between self-respect, rush (and it’s hopeful lack ), feeling as though you’ve used the day wisely, and feeling as though you used it wisely but didn’t get enough – this being the key to continuing the chain, the cycle, the next day, ad infinitum.
Ikea shelf is here and ready for afternoon assembly: my walling off of myself will be complete, that practice room mentality lingering still.
Back to work.
