It is 6:30 am and I am going back to bed.  First I need to bang out this blog post.

I’ve been awake since 4:30, after six hours of pretty sound sleep. I woke up from a dream—I don’t usually remember my dreams.  But in this one, I dreamed that I was an NBA basketball player.

I was in a game, and Scottie Pippen was in the game as well.  Scottie was a great forward with the Chicago Bulls in the 1990s.  He won several league championships along with Michael Jordan.

I don’t remember much about the game.  Except that it was a rush of violent, desperate diving for the ball and such.  Scottie made a full court pass from the prone position.  Then I woke up.

I’ve had a cup of decaf coffee and tried to meditate.  Couldn’t calm my mind very much, thinking about my plans for today.  Which do not, at this point, include anything particularly noteworthy or ambitious.

But here I am, two hours into the day, awake but still a bit drowsy.  In need of more sleep.  If I’m lucky I’ll grab another half hour.  Then I’ll be better prepared for the day.

Seth Godin says you should blog something and post it every single day.  It exercises the right mental muscles and gets you into a productive mindset.  That’s his theory, I believe.

In my own writing, I aim to avoid any mention of writing or blogging, ever.  I mean, say something about the world for godsake.  Get out of your own head.

So this will be the last time, hopefully, that I’ll commit that crime.  I’m watching the word count here and it is approaching my daily target of 300 words.  Finishing up at 299, so that’ll do it.  Good night.