Timor Heritage Reserve. I ordered it because the flavor profiles were in the realm of my ideal. Stone fruit. Floral. Honey. Barley. These are what I am tasting. This hits the spot. The spot, of course, being the burgundy chairs, both in color and origin, at the window, after a brief walk about the yard gathering canine land mines along with a short test of the corner seating view. The warmth of the coffee and interior pair well back inside, though. I continue to feel optimistic about the modest progress of the past week and the potential within the next to come. Yet, stunted, too. Stalled. Diluted, perhaps, as well.Time and effort remain a wide spray when a jet stream is in order. I recognize a factor that remains within an ingrained obsession with multitasking. I can't, for example, go for a walk or devote 30 minutes to the elliptical. I also need to listen to a podcast or start a roasting round or a load of laundry. (which I just stopped to start! See how it works?) decades of reinventinig, re-engineering, refining and reducing, automating or streamlining for a living is a challenge to release. Being and doing don't mix well. Not everything needs to occur in parallel. Some things warrant my full attention.
