Going back and forth with what I want to do tonight.  No decision, only in’. 

Focus on SELF, building this story, from the quiet… Speaking of, a momentary taste of it this morning broken by Henry’s 97th protest of the morning.  Sure that’s not far off in quantity.

Then I say to myself I shouldn’t be thinking about tonight AT ALL.  This room and these kids, here.  That’s the assignment, the writer’s wheel current.

My weekend with the kids this round has been a writing invitation, urgency to change mind architecture, ‘mong other character maps.  Assigned new beat and books.