12:58 back from a drive with Henry so he could nap.  He enjoys a single dad spread of a lunch – Ham and yogurt, pretzel goldfish, apple juice— I mean ORANGE juice, and peace in the loft.

Thinking of my attitude again, and reactions, reactive qualities.  How to shape, steer, edit.

Grateful regardless of outcome.  Hungry, but more hungry for growth…

1pm*** Haven’t written the time that way in a while.  Telling myself to do things differently, even something so minor.

Think all my tickets are touched… huh, that’s a first.  Day is light, and again I’m pressed in gratitude’s tune.