# Chapter 338

Some days require constant course corrections. Yesterday was one of those days. Phone calls while on my bicycle on the road that I had to take. So this demands I stop and get off the bicycle in order to not get run over while chatting with whoever. Then the dr’s appointment went on longer than planned, and had a different result than the one hoped for. You have to get back on course after those interruptions. And banking is always a disruption, it is so user unfriendly, I could totally reconfigure how a bank operates if they would only give me the chance. Needed another course correction after the bank. Then the gas pumps, which are fine, very straight forward to use, its the location that is problem. Then the pharmacy, and the constant discussion about whether my name is Kenneth (yes) or David (yes), and another course correction. It was after 4:00 pm before I got to my first client letter of the day, which was the most important task of the day.

This constant resetting of the day, to get back to client letters, to survive all these interruptions, to get to a place where you can produce something important and beautiful, is in and of itself, the work of the day. When I sit here and write it all out, this series of constant interruptions became the main course of the Tuesday I just lived. And yes yes, I still got a few clients letters completed before I went to bed, but the interactions with the dr’s, the pharmacists, the bank tellers, and the church receptionist were probably more important in hindsight, than merely course corrections throughout the day.