Yesterday there were too many journalists. I got burned out on helping people make documentaries. Our friend in the morning, and some new people from Phoenix in the afternoon.
I got up in the night and talked to my friend A for an hour and a half on the phone. He’s a midnight cookie baker, oatmeal chocolate chip. Some with craisins.
“I hate craisins!” I said. I said they are hard little red globs of nastiness.
He explained how he likes his cookies to crack. And then get caramelized in the cracks. He didn’t use a recipe.
Today we ran some errands and I got a drink at a gas station minimart. I considered fruit punch, but its second ingredient was high-fructose corn syrup. Then I considered this other drink that had the same problem. Finally I settled on some delicious mango Honest Tea.
Well, tomorrow we’re going out of town for the day.
I made a decision–I need to read more and write less. Also I came to the unfortunate realization that I can’t meditate and exercise at the same time. I mean I only have room in my life for one highly disciplined thing. So I guess I gotta quit meditating, because if I quit exercising, I will die.
I am extra clumsy today. I walked right into this display rack thing at the dollar store, banging my right arm. Then I banged my right arm again at home on a doorframe. Oh, the hazards of space.
