Killing moths isn’t just a metaphor

So, let’s see. Woke up at 4:45 today, birds singing, dog snoring, temptation to head out into the cool Boulder dawn on  the walk path. Then I remembered all the things I was supposed to do tonight, and turned over and went back to bed.

6:30 awake. Reading email, drinking coffee. 7 am, finishing specs. 8-9 walk dog and hang out outside. 9-11, conference calls (very productive ones).  11:30, head down to TechStars, aka The Bunker.

1 PM Meeting with Mile Culver, Amazon Web Services preso. 4 PM call with prospective tech lead. 5PM Lost on UC campus, heading for Shelfari talk with Josh Hug.  Late. Call from prospective tech lead; uh, maybe not, not sure yet.

Okay. Back to the Bunker, 6:15 PM. Work some more.
9:30, head for home.
9:40, cleaning the kitchen and moving the owner’s schmutz into a closet (yea!), smacking the moths in the cereal in the closet.

10 pm, Diana Krall, wine, blogging before the last cool walk in the night with the dog
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Need to remember that if the moths are in the kitchen, I can smack them. If they are in my head, need to coax them out.