Free hotel breakfast is worth what you pay for it. Ultra processed goop but the coffee is good.

Working with new client so utterly fascinating, stretching my understanding of what things mean and how to picture-puzzle put them together. Slept long and peacefully last night.

You know I love what I do, and that continues. I am very lucky to be able to make a living doing this and not having to deal with any rotten or rotting institution pretending to be in the public interest. In this work I have made a good choice, it is right for me and I am right for it. I might even be what I wanted to be when I grew up.

Outside work, I'm full of doubt about the choices that may or may not be right for me. Some are without question, the good and deep friendships. Others I may be using in ways that tie me down rather than encourage me to fly. Burning out on some kinds of social connections but that makes me think that I'm just wrong in some fundamental way. That's ouchy.