Ten.One Thousand, One Hundred & Ninety-Four
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Still quiet.
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Coffee and orange juice and raisin bran. A little bit of sunshine.
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I’m late to the trend, but I can still get behind it.
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Typing furiously while listening to a podcast. Tapping my feet. More coffee. This should probably be my last cup.
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I know what I know and I also know that I don’t know and that’s important. Maybe the only thing that really matters.
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I take a quick bike ride on my lunch break. So quiet. Blue skies. Fluffy clouds. Humidity.
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Lack of communication breeds inefficiencies and unnecessary urgencies.
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It’s good to see her face.
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He shows me what the PG&E alert says. “Estimated Restoration October 31, 2020.” “Take a deep breath,” says Dad. Oh yes, I stopped breathing.
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Stags’ Leap 2013 Petite Sirah and 2014 Cabernet Sauvignon from Coombsville. Drink the good stuff, but we do need to get some wine down here. Note to self: ask Roxy for best local wine shop.
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She says to just let myself be in that space where the focus is on creating the world we want. And she reminds me to rest.
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She tells me that her hair and eyebrows fall out during extreme moments of stress and I say to myself, “that makes sense given the circumstances of the last several months.”
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What are the things I need to do to support myself through this time?