01 First Thoughts

… i keep thinking that since there are first thoughts there ought to be last thoughts, right before going to bed maybe, but at the end of the day there is tiredness and usually complete readiness to go to bed…

… i am investigating the Bullet system of organizing my life and determining what matters… i am skeptical, i like systems but they usually bog me down without producing much of a positive result… this one purports to be flexible, shape it the way you need to… we’ll see… i am already breaking one of it’s rules, your journal should be handwritten… i know… but i just can’t abide the idea of producing text that can’t be copied and pasted… i am testing whether the use of Craft is for this journal system… seems like it could be…

… the temp in my studio is much more reasonable this AM… even Fiona thinks so, she is lying on the bed next to my desk… i ordered a desktop fan yesterday, to make the studio more bearable in the heat… comes tomorrow…

… Rubie, the cat, is downstairs meowing… wonder what he wants?…

… the street cleaner passes by outside…

… yesterday our neighbors H and T moved… H went over to say goodbye and discovered they had divorced and there is a big, sad story to be told… we never knew, though in retrospect, might have suspected there were issues… there were some signs, but we didn’t know them well enough to read them… it’s sad, any divorce is, and big, in addition to themselves, they have triplet boys…