Today has been a long day, but a good day. Like yesterday, I’ve spent the day cussing and discussing swing dance. I’m not exactly sure what I’ll do with the data I’ve gathered, but I’m trusting that it will make sense soon enough. Earlier I got the image that I’m shoving all this information in my brain, and that it will later “filter down” like Plinko or Connect Four. Eventually, everything will land where it needs to.

This afternoon my friend and I ate at a sushi restaurant, and I had avocado soup. Stop whatever you’re doing and go find some. (It’s magical.) I don’t remember the name of the place where we ate, but this spot had it going on. First, there was a sign as we walked in that said, “We love you for being here.” This is now my message to the rest of the world–I love you for being here.

Well, I might make an exception or two. (I’m not a saint YET.)

As we left the restaurant, there was a plate of mints–Jolly Rancher-type things–arranged By COLOR. This made my OCD brain completely soar. I practically squealed out loud.

Now it’s eleven in the evening. Tomorrow I have a short meeting at ten, then I’m hitting the road for Arkansas. There’s a chance I could get distracted along the way, maybe stop over in Dallas. I can’t decide. I’m exhausted now, ready to go to bed. (I’m going to bed. My brain is mush.) Who knows what will happen tomorrow? You don’t have to have a plan, Marcus. Everything will land where it needs to.