It’s now, like mid-afternoon on Saturday.
Wally looks up: “Dad, how about nap time.” He jumps up, tucks in, and drifts off.
I feel his little belly with each inhale and exhale. What a great sleeper. Prior to drifting off, I reflect on the last 48 hours — my 19th year anniversary at this stop, to the day.
My desk has been cleared of the work phone, the headset, the zoom lamp.
I turn on my PC to find Corporate Security has wiped all of my corporate apps and my system access. Just like that, gone!
The hum of 100-200 emails a day, conference calls, zoom calls, phone calls, road trips, presentations, strategy sessions, client meetings, staff meetings, back-and-forth commutes, etc etc etc has gone silent.
19 years. Gemini estimates the production and ingestion of 1 million emails requiring 1/2 Terabyte of storage.
“What’s next?”
“I can’t see you sitting still for long.”
I stare at the screen. My fingers tap on the desk, habitually reaching for the keyboard. No task. No task. No Task. No Task.
“How do you feel?”
Right now? Unsteady.
“So what’s the plan.”
(Try to)
“Sit still and let the world do the moving.” (Stegner)
