morning, Monday

At some point I also (see previous post) added an essay about my idea for a new kind of storage center.

I'm not really comfortable with those notes, although I do think it's a good idea. I just think people will treat it like a fantasy, and not serious. I thought about somehow storing it to think it over, but then I decided to post it anyway.

Over the long weekend, I didn't spend much time on this. I felt like it was better to spend the time with my Kat. I did add those two essays, breaking off from other things when I thought about the ideas. I started really looking forward to getting back to this work. This morning, though, it took me a long time to start. I wasn't sure where to start. That's pretty typical.

I didn't go back to sleep, though, which is what I would have done, until recently. In fact, I was pretty surprised to feel myself waking up fully, at a certain point, during breakfast, and having a sense that I was going to start something, if not blogging, right away. This note is about how I'm working through some inertia.

What I did, though, was settle in with my book. The sun warmed the bedroom, gradually, as the morning wore on, and I lay on the carpet, leaning up on the futons, and read from where I'd stopped last night, which was about two thirds of the way through. I just let the quiet, the proximity of the garden, the warmth of my place and the greatness of the story carry me away, and I didn't start working on this until noon, after I had read the whole rest of it.