Slept lousy if at all. Made crummy coffee at 3:30 AM. Burnt the toast. Went down to office to work. Stubbed a toe in the dark. Turned on the light. Stubbed the other big toe. Sat down to work bumped my knee. Computer was resting, did not want to wake up. Cursing and general bad attitude forced the computer to respond. That and turning it on.  Finished the weekend shoot. Emailed the customer base.  Decided not  to run the Boston Marathon as a charity runner. Must qualify (old dude values to be sure). Lifted, lunged, made manly grunting noises. Went out for a quick 2-3 miles. Spent an hour on the roads. Made random turns. Listened to Van Morrison and Eric Clapton. Instead  of point to point or an established route I re-discover the aimless run in the early morning, drifting, checking things out, letting the day come to me. Part of the plan will be days like this when there is a plan  to run but no plan as to where or how much. Answer the why of it and the rest will take care of itself. Coffee leftovers, more burnt toast, some web building, and now it’s 9:37. Back still hurts, thinking of taking a nap. The day is either well started or in the bag. What’s next? Oh yeah, right! Write now. Nap later. Plan or no plan, time happens( John Lennon among many others).