Threw down some brewskies with producer last Sunday and she was feeling bad at not working on the spreadsheet. “All you have to do,” I told her, “Was tell me to write. That’s it!” She got into it and promised she would nag me. I got a few pages written the other day- Thurs and Fri this week are full writing days. Yay!
Morning in the Hood
The tai-chi folks were tai-chi-ing, the morning pedestrian rush hour was streaming down from Russian Hill and Telegraph Hill, converging and marching through to Financial District. I was searching for a bank that was open and just stretching my legs. How I miss that walking commute! Now I’m a contributor to pollution. Some other city coworkers are Barting in, though it doubles the time. I may start doing that.