Somewhere quiet, but either no road or a quiet one.  My peace, undisturbed, and me undeterred.

Wishing I was, well…Don’t think about it Mike, I keep repeating to myself.

Not in the mood to write.  So why am I…. No one wants to read this.  STOP—

Back in office and calming.  13:15.  Thinking of no longer time stamping.  Getting tired of doing it and it looks clinical, not literary.  May leave office in a bit.  Not many here.  Teaching my mind to teach me better, reactions and attitude, steps and character, presence and poetry in that.  Writing everything down… someone from Field team walking by headed top kitchen to fill his water container.  I should do the same, drink more water.  In the mood for sparkling right now, or wine.  But no fucking wine here, obviously.  Well, there is in the fridge, but… C’mon.  I know you think I’d open something and pour a small glass, but NO.

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Day and mood turn toward the better angle and sight.  13:38, Nurse texts me and says it’s slow at work.  Here as well, but giving self little photo projects…. Finding anything, ANYTHING, and doing something with it.  Editing slightly, and reacting.  Embracing there postmodern Beat and tune of EVERYTHING.

Someone stops at my office to say hello, someone from the Infra team, back from covid.  2020 when it started feels like another life, and then like it was last week.  I get lost in time, and more and more since, well, a while ago.  Having kids and the Nurse in my story only has time moving faster past me – teasing and prodding, but encouraging, enlivening.