Working in loft still, Jack relaxing on couch and feeling better.
Me on Diet Coke number 2. There, just opened it and took a sip. Dinner at Mom and Dad’s tonight, Henry staying home with his mom. Definitely what needs to happen, he’s the baby and always wants Mama. Stampeding through thoughts, everything. The postmodern compositor and communication pf all this. Looking at properties, their addresses, contact information. Just want to get out there and SELL. That’s my attitude. My tenacity not so much getting the best of me but telling me to intensify. So I will. Story building itself.