Ten.Seven Hundred & Twenty-One
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I don’t want to dream that dream anymore. So strange.
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I walk around the kitchen in circles trying to remember what I’m supposed to be doing. Oh. Right. Make breakfast. Make coffee. Write Newsletter.
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Wrinkle release.
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Less traffic today. 82 degrees. 82 degrees? It’s not even 9 am yet. Oh, it’s going to be hot. Very hot.
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Refresh. Recharge. Recommit. - Myleik
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Everytime I walk to this gate I see the dried up palm leaf. Today, against the cracked earth it looks like art. I walk back and take a picture of it. But I’m sure it will be here next week.
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I shadow him to get an idea of how I could be better. It should be slow enough. The trolley driver and I chat. I said something about girlfriend and wife and we laugh. “I better not bring my girlfriend and wife on the same day.”
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We’re all confused.
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And then I end with Mr. W. We talk real estate. He recommends locations to me. “You think they made a FastTrak lane all the way out there for no reason?” “It’s in the design phase.” “Get all of your resources together to get whatever you can.” “I will email you the link to the house in Calistoga.”
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He goes to the bedroom to watch baseball and I take myself and a glass of Sonoma Coast Vineyards Sauvignon Blanc to the patio. I pull up a chair on which to rest my feet and email Mr. W, check the weather for tomorrow. Today was a much better day. A good conversation can turn it all around.