Damn. I was dreaming but didn't remember what about when I woke. I need to remind myself whenever I wake during the night. It's early. It's quiet. Each Saturday morning I see the weekend as a huge opportunity to get a lot of things done and I feel both hopeful and fearful. It's the same today.
I walked downtown today. Great day for it. Cool but not too cool, a little windy. After the rains it is so beautiful. I had a latte and biscotti at Barnes & Noble, read more of O'Neill's bio, made some notes for the review. My legs feel the walk. It has been a few weeks, maybe, since I last walked that far. The rain and winds didn't make the idea too inviting.
I bought a new shelf at Wal-Mart and put it together today. Now I need to figure out which things go onto that shelf. I need to get everything off my large computer desk so I can move the desk out of the living room, and make room for my large piano. Right now I can't seem to think it through. It takes time for me to work through all this sorting because it means backing up and backing up and backing up. I need to go to bed. Maybe I will have brilliant ideas in the morning.