Day 4 has both all the things going on, and nothing at all. In the morning I’m scrambling to wrap something up, then dead space until an afternoon of meetings and a night full of events. And I know I shouldn’t complain about it—it certainly beats being swamped all day and running behind. But sometimes I miss the ability to just go from one thing to another; it’s a bit of rush. I know I’ll get to that point again, I’m just not there yet. And so I sit with my coffee, twiddling my thumbs.