It's better than real, it's a real imitation.

It's copy deadline week, so I was working extra, but I did take a couple days off the office job which was nice. On Monday, it was sunny and glorious and a sky so blue it made my teeth hurt, and I wasn't even mad to be up in a library for 4 hours, because my copier was next to these old cathedral windows and I could see it all, and I got to walk around in it more than if I was trapped downtown. It all becomes relative.

I officially make the switch a week from Monday. Last night while taking a break from working and eating dinner and watching Alfred Hitchcock's I Confess, I thought of a schedule I'd like, that might work.

Wake up at 7:30ish (just like now). Freewrite than meditation (approx. 15 min each). Go for a run or walk with the dog. Eat breakfast. Writing for 3 hours. Shower. Eat late lunch. Get dressed. Go to work. Get home at 9:30. Watch a movie or TV. Asleep at midnight.

We'll see. I couldn't sustain something like this everyday, it's too rigid for what I'm capable of. But three days a week would work well. The other two days a week could be used for copy job, or errand running, or going to the movies.

There's other stuff too. It's just easier to talk about the math-problem type aspects of life. Not the murky heavier parts.

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What is it about bathrooms that make them cosmic birthing whirlpools of epiphanies and new ideas? I think every good idea I've ever had in my entire life came in the shower, in the bath, sitting on the toilet, or washing my hands.