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.