11-27-23

1001 words before 14:00.  Jumping to the TA laptop, then back to this one.  Changing my mind on word count, per piece and per entry.  Just printed something for a meeting later.

10:06…..  Latte, still sipping it.  The Nurse’s words and our conversations yesterday circling and swimming and ricocheting, I can hear her actual voice when I think of what we talked about.  Not on blog, not in book, but solely between us.

Emails and tickets and appointments… everything ordered and in order.  Amplifying happiness, no negative puddle-spill allowed to touch these pages.  I’m alive and loud in my love of certain people and Beats.  Mr Coltrane and his friend playing from this laptop.

Writing more freely, no chains or ties or worries.  And I know that bothers some people so I play more, just like my music brothers in this track.  Sky, air, everything feeling acutely Autumnal today.

My walk is STRONG, always, going forward.  And not just in Autumn.

All seasons and decisions.

Any doubts, no matter flavor or origin, dismissed and given death-kiss.  The MSP and the idea of tickets and tasks and they all having their own anatomy and history… driving me forward with fiery form.

Send the Nurse a message, voicing or rather writing out my gratitude and pride in what she does, being with her.  How is this my life, I ask myself.