Much later. Home. Trying to settle in, clear off desk, have a new system with these goddamn receipts. That Cab from the other night, coffee cup. Trying to be productive, but tired. The day exhausted me on a multitude of tones, tunes. Staying away from the loft, any tempt to be lazy or complacent.
Tried calling kids, no answer. Shocker…
Nurse off early, happy for her. She I swear works harder than anyone I know.
Music, Eric Hilton. Something relaxing, calming. Desk does look better. Thinking maybe I should be lazy, just relax tonight after the day I had. Looking at the pic I took at one of the Piers, needing a walk and some air after….
New story nearer, wine again talking to me telling me to stop thinning so much, move more, draw and be erratic, a true Beat. Former student tonight sending me a text, she running into a display at a local bookstore with Bell Jar displayed, presented with some message.
Nurse sends me a pic of our bed and how I made it this morning. I swear all my writing could be about her and how she’s changed fucking everything – how I think, move, read, write, see scenes, drive, smile and laugh.. all if it. LIFE—