Courage Ritual

Latte and thoughts, hearing Henry cry for something upstairs.  Both big kids up.  Headed to Sonoma Square in a matter of minutes…. Gas in car first.

Finally found time for a shower this morning.  Don’t know how many days it’s been.  That’s a covid-era thing, I feel.

Little bit of an anxious feel, but I write through it.  Try to.

Running into an old friend yesterday, hadn’t seen her in I think 8 years.  Time remind me that there is more than enough to write in the moment, right now, here, where you are.

Another semester note.  Noted.