First time on a road trip with the new deck. It feels good. responsive. I like the way the keyboard moves and sounds when I am working. These things definetely matter to me when it comes to my writing device. I’m taking a day away from the city to enjoy Valentines. Of course part of that enjoyment means giving the lady her spa time. She spas and I write. Win-Win.
So I find myself in a hotel sitting area writing while bad country yowls in the background. I could go back to the room, or anywhere else for that matter, but I think I will stay here and watch the world pass by. As the world does pass by I am noticing more and more the way that people look at me. Maybe it is the unkempt hair, or perhaps just the dark skin, but I get eyes everywhere. I must juts frequent places I don’t belong. Which begs the question: Where do I belong? Iv have been giving that concept a lot of thought as of late. It pertains to what comes next in life, where I spend vacation time with the lady, etc. I don’t have an answer beyond: Not where I am at. Heck, even that remains inconclusive.
But this is not a day about that. This is a day about the words. I best be getting to them.
Some Thoughts:
- Been really diving deep on the tiny houses. It feels like I could just set one up in the backyard and really be happy with that result. We have a small strip of space which would, IMHO be perfect.
- Pokemon play over the past few days has been minimal.