Baby, you're a rich man

Yesterday was a good day. I had a decent turn at work, a funny online chat with Amanda, an energizing yoga session, a little quality time with Kreg, and my second book on werewolves arrived in the mail.


I also met a fine looking client who came by to review her order. She was a DM or an event planner---couldn't tell which; maybe both---for Sunoco. At some point during our conversation, it struck me that she was being flirty. I wasn't, at least not initially, because her arrival came at the very end of the day when all I wanted was to go home. I'll probably see or talk with her again and maybe I'll get a better read on the situation. Always takes some sleuthing, this business between men and women.



Had a steamy dream about my neighbor Lauren last night. Probably the result of her name coming up in conversation earlier in the evening, though the content of which was hardly sexual. Neither was the dream, now that I think of it. It was definitely sensual, but it rated no higher than PG-13.

Every morning when I wake up in the dark for work, one of my first thoughts is invariably and unexplainably about running and how lamentful it is that I'll being doing it later in the day. Of course, when it comes time to actually run, I'm eager to do it. Maybe my body, in its tired, morning slugishness believes it will remain in that condition for the entire day.

Work has been interesting. Today, I had a lot of challenges thrust before me, and I met them all and overcame them to varying degrees of success. For the most part, though, I felt good about my accomplishments. At the end of the day, I spoke to Karen on the phone, and she didn't exactly share my feelings. She took issue with a few of the ways I went about things. I wasn't looking for a stream of praise, but I also wasn't expecting my methods to be trodden upon. I didn't take it too personally---Karen's the same way with everyone---and continued to feel good about myself.