Time passing and my story changing, developing.  Like my friend says, MANIFESTING.

Kids getting ready for bath and shower, me with remaining coffee.  Remembering the Sedaris quote of nothing happening and he making it seem like there was something occurring… can’t remember words exact but that’s my feeling this morning.

There’s A LOT happening, now.  More than a lot.  Too much, really.  Coffee, newspapers, sun, Windsor, new floors and walls. Brick walls, which I’ve only dreamt about.  Treating that second floor like a NY loft.. maybe my office should be there.

So then what’s downstairs?

New to all this.