All Fragmented.

7:30 AM…a fine time for breakfast at home. 

7:30 AM…really early for breakfast out with people in a business framework. 

Not that I arrived at 7:30 AM. 

I arrived at 7:45, but still…note, I was not only outside the house, but all the way over in Moorhead at 7:45 AM. 

If you know me, you know that is something.

I am not what you would call a morning person. 

I rise early – typically somewhere in the 5 AM hour – but then I have to humanize myself by sitting alone and drinking coffee and then undertake a process to look human.

Even after all that, my brain’s "on" switch doesn’t even really flip on until at least 9 AM.

So, 7:30 AM in Moorhead – that’s an undertaking.

Especially when, for some God forsaken reason, I woke up late…not my normal 5 ish hour, but 6:30 AM.

6:30 AM!!

I was supposed to be in Moorhead at 7:30 AM and I woke up at 6:30 AM.

Can you imagine my angst?

I really need at least a couple hours to go through the required process.

I didn’t get it…the couple hours that is.

I only got one cup of coffee before I left the house and it had to be gulped – not savored.


I saw no coffee at the breakfast…but darn it they had sausage, hash browns and a muffin…three strikes on my permanent diet record…they may lock me up for life.

I think I started the day on the wrong foot…at 6:30!!…and left the house before it was time and before I was primed.

It resulted in fragmented thoughts.

All day.

All fragmented.

Tomorrow is a new day.

Having breakfast at home…at 7:30 AM.

Coffee will be savored…brain will be good to go at 9 AM.

See you then.

Day two hundred and forty-seven of the new forty – obla di obla da


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