And Again
I edited yesterday.
I got up and edited today.
But the difference today is I did not go to a party tonight, and I did not chitchat and I am not going to fall asleep in front of the 11pm news on TV.
I hope.
And it is 9:39 and I just finished editing for the day and I made some whatever is in the fridge and cupboard paste sauce thing, and now I boiling the noodles, and I might even make a salad to go with one of my first at home alone cooked meals in forever.
I have been eating on the fly and I haven’t been alone for a while. Laurie is out on a job for a few days, and it is oddly quite here.
But tomorrow my team delivers. Scary, scary, scary. I just groked that all these folks believe me, believe I can coordinate this, get the numerous films done, oversee the workflow and make sure we all get paid.
Funny thing is I believe I can do it all too. Proof will be in the pudding.
Where the hell did that come from? Proof in pudding…
As tomorrow telescopes for me into a delivery deadline I engage flights of fancy and days with nothing to do but go to the gym, ride my bicycle, take a nap, work on some personal art project, have brunch, maybe have some sex, (got to put this back on the to do list, as I have said often enough, what a horrible waste of natural resources), and…how funny, I don’t know what else to put on this list…I am not good at imagining down time.
But I am willing to find out.
And I have been thinking about it for the last few days, I don’t miss posting my photos, and I only just miss taking them. I need to give the noble ilog justice but…
