It’s quiet here his morning. It’s part of why I like coming in as early as I do. The morning commute doesn’t have a whole lot of traffic and I can take my time versus feeling like I’m in the Indy 500 when I’m driving. The morning train ride into downtown Minneapolis gives me some time to sit with my iPad and see what’s going on with the world. And fortunately, I haven’t had “a voice” talking to me lately. I’m kinda bummed on that one more than anything else.
I’ve been sipping on a fresh cup of coffee and watching my morning unfold. People are now starting to straggle in and I’ve put my “Deep in Work” sign up on my door. It’s a polite way of saying “Go away” without actually coming out and saying it. I need to create a “To Do Today” list so I get my day organized since I’ve found that I’m relying more and more on lists such as these. But why would I want to do that when there is coffee to be savored? Oh well.
The vent overhead is blowing cold air in lieu of warm. Go figure that one. Only in Minnesota would you have something like that. What is this? Some attempt at getting me to become a hockey fan?
So no college football left now that Ohio State did their magic last night. That leaves me to be left to once again roam the countryside without any kind of adult supervision. God only knows what kinda trouble will find me. But what the hey, one has to be good at something.