Day 1 of 3pages/day, done.  Now I leave for SRJC.  Don’t want to teach more.  Want to be with my boy, little Kerouac.  So cute this morning, my little Artist, asleep on our bed, clasped to his blankets.  And when he woke, stretches and sentences.  Next semester: less work, more papa; more of my greatest source of Life and understanding, my little “Jackie Boy”, as my dad calls him.

Still no rain.  Where the hell is it?  Running early tomorrow, early, beginning my 26.1 training.  And I’m not consulting any online schedules.  I’m self-published so I’m doing it mySELF.  Over 2,000 words and feeling a little overconfident.  I love it.  I win.