Austin — Today the singing happens while my work goes on. This feels out of bounds, as my intention is to fully focus on singing during my daily 15. Today, though, I type away much of the time.
There is a charged enjoyment inside this multi-doing, letting my various parts — hands, eyes, mouth, lungs, heart — all do their own things, office mates working on an open body floor plan.
This takes little to no direction and they are all seen, as by a pit boss scanning the activity of the casino floor, all making up the music of the whole.