I started the day by going outside and taking five minutes. I'm trying to lower my "arousal" level (sounds dirty, but it isn't) and eliminate the negative in-head chatter that can occupy a lot of my day. This is part of a new regime of stress management for me. Despite having a dream job, the strains of running a two-person business can be fairly extreme. Finances and I certainly do not get along.
Some would call it meditation, but the British heritage in me would call it a "cup of tea". I just stared out at the trees in my bath-robe and took in nothing. It was a revelation for me.
Becky and I grabbed some sushi then went down to the cafe we often work in, The Library. We ran into a friend along the way and talked about music and art, which was a lot of fun. The work flowed in a relatively free fashion while I was there and I knocked out another draft of the Tigerbuttah Golden Book. Becky is already painting it, but I keep coming back to dialogue.
After we got done with work, I loaded up my new wide angle lens 35mm camera with some expired film I found and we went for a walk down to the bay. I snapped off some fairly ridiculous still life photos as I tried to get a feel for photography again. It is one hobby that I never want to be professional at, which removes all the stress. My other hobbies take over my life, so I'm glad to have one that won't.
Since I got home I've had some great wine, messed around a bit on the Internet, but have done nothing really of substance. I feel good though.

