I slipped easily into routine this morning, and happily. I walked through the old neighborhood with its street cats and vegetable hawkers, and the old woman with the parrot on her shoulder; and the other elderly folk out for their early morning walks. Found my favorite table at Starbucks unoccupied, and settled in with a hot chocolate for a fine morning of snappy writing. I am so productive here, and still can’t put my finger on why—though I’ve tried to explain it in interviews, and to friends. Maybe it’s the different environment—but I’m sure not sure about that, either. Anyway, I would have stayed longer if the brand new battery in my Mac hadn’t decided to cut out about two hours earlier than it should have. I’ll be strolling down to the electronics mall later this afternoon to see if they’ve got something better.
Tomorrow is Monday, and I have two deadlines—one large, one small, both important. Excuse me while I’ll go work the keyboard into a sweat.