Nothing to write today. There are a lot of days like this. Days where I feel unmotivated, uninterested, just over all bored at the concept. Not much is going on in my world. Weekends I run, weekdays I work and relax and the rest just seems to follow. I don’t have any lofty goals, I don’t seem to care to want much, hell I don’t even care if I get better at the tasks I practice. I just seem to be where I am. Maybe that is exactly what is supposed to be happening. Maybe I was supposed to be right here writing nothing about nothing. Work has been busy with lots of housing, food systems are getting established on my food and ag side, and I just did a podcast. Yet, here I am sitting and just writing away about nothing. I’ll go for a small run today, just a mile or 2 tomorrow is the big run looking at 6 to 8 miles then another long 10 miles on Saturday. I guess on Sunday I will go to Chicago for a housing conference that should be fun. I get to enjoy one of my simple pleasures in life: an airport beer. I don’t know why but sitting in the airport watching travelers scurry by with their things sipping on beer is one of my favorite pastimes. I don’t have any goals, I don’t have any real aspirations, I’m just the guy sitting in the airport watching the world fly by. And I’m ok with that.
Housed and Fed 