Tuesday writing

This is one of the things which will move slowly along the same path as my day. It’s almost 5am so I have those thoughts. There’s a slim distance between blog and journal for me most times. Things travel between. Morning thoughts laying in bed still an exercise in journaling but then I think of wanting to just write here. There’s no purpose to it. Not today. It’s just a bookmark of a Tuesday. The morning journaling has no set rules. No time. No count of words. No bullets or lists of things to do. I don’t have lists. Or bullets. I actually despise both. Probably due to two decades of doing them. Life should be less than lists of things done and missed. Or more. Take your choice. It is really about doing and having less. My morning whimpering is about small things. Sometimes feeling big to me. So in with it. 5am means coffee I make some coffee at home mornings. It’s the bridge between staying in bed and wanting to do the next thing closer to a morning walk and then coffee out. These…