No more self-doubt or second-guessing. Time to celebrate. Every goddamn day and EVERYTHING in it. Even the grounds guy outside with his loud old motorcycle-sounding blower. Every moment is an instructional morsel I used to say. Why did I forget? Maybe getting old. Hilarious, you old fuddy-duddy Mikey. Write something to print… to read, release wherever, recorded. When will I have the time to do that. Well, have an hour till I need to get kids, so…. No, need more time. Will write it tonight. Knowing yourself though writing yourself, TO yourself. GET TO WORK. Tonight.