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Readying for Daddy dinner mode.  Watching news and snacking with Henry, having conversations about xmas and toys, Paw Patrol and Emma.  Emma comes into the kitchen and requests a snack.  I offer some pretzels she finds that option acceptable I smile and somehow get a kiss on the cheek even though I haven’t shaved in a couples days (hard boundary for her), all is right in the loft.

Relaying only on my words, for everything.  Any property I want to buy, business I want to start, trip I want to take or hope to take with the Nurse.  All determined.

This morning with the Nurse, her experiences and insight, everything from…. Not citing any specifics.  Just what I need, finally.  Yes, selfish, but who isn’t.  Best atmosphere for… Again, never mind.

Henry playing with his cars, having conversations, pushing them forcefully so they travel from he kitchen to the middle of the loft.  His energy and focus is formidable, he tries to teach me about the cars, what they’re doing and saying.  Apparently they communicate.

Can’t stop eating theses goddamn pretzels.  Henry comes over to my side of the table and take a few. No fuss from me.  “Aw man!” He says as one falls off the bench, after he pushes it which make me let out a little light laugh.