This is a long day. It started with the weekly 2-hour teleconference among the coaches (about 12 of us scattered among St. Louis, Seattle and Southern California). I had a coaching client (my first!) over lunch, have spent this afternoon in a combination of productive activities, self-indulgent conversations with some of 'my people' (that would be folks like y'all), and now writing an update to you. At 6:00, I'm meeting a client over dinner after which I'll sit in on the weekly "Coaches Forum" to which all training program participants are invited. This last activity is not just duty and contribution to my colleagues. Before long, I'll be expected to lead the thing, so it would be a good idea to find out ahead of time how it's done.
I've finally reached point of being unable to tolerate the state of having no music in my apartment. Last night, I ventured to a local Huge Outlet Mall which included a Circuit City where I did some research and, as is typical for me, put off the actual purchase until I have a chance to think it over and cruise prices on the Web. My big mistake was to grab dinner at the Johnny Rockets restaurant there. There's sentimental value to so doing (there are good memories of burgers and shakes at Johnny Rockets for our whole family), there was the gluttinous value of indulging in good onion rings, but the term "grab" turned out to be a serious error in judgment. Service was excruciatingly slow. Much as I enjoy jukebox music and watching the wait staff doing a disco dance to "Staying Alive", I left with an extraordinary desire to get away from noise and into quiet as soon as possible. I did so. I'm sure I'll be back to the mall, if only because my shopping-loving daughter Miriam is visiting for the weekend. No Johnny Rockets though dear, if you love me.
