Messaged Chris happy birthday.  One and a half pages down in BED journal, great morning with the Nurse and beautiful drive over 37 in that marshy no-man’s land.  Followed my phone’s orders unlike the other day when I went 12 instead of the ordered 37 and paid for it grossly.

Today, peaceful… couple new leads, but nothing immediate.  Starting file for the new gig search – names and thoughts, numbers and company names, positions… everything.  Never started a document like this before, and a spreadsheet to even my surprise.

10:55, already time to leave.  Taking Henry to his second site for the day, poor kid must be exhausted with all this travel about Santa Rosa.  Seems excessive to me, but…..  Never mind, 11:20.  

Some people and their communication, not allowed.  That’s it, just not allowed.  Not elaborating by saying something like “Not allowed to affect my mood” or “I’m not letting them get to me,” just not fucking allowed.  How’s that.

Think I might be hangry, like the Nurse says.  I am, I can feel my mood shift one way then another.  Laughing at it… arguing with myself, ridding any mood-mud.  

A dream within a dream, Poe said.  Dream last night of owning a shop, couldn’t tell what kind though.  I was stocking a shelf, not books or wine, so what then?  Can’t remember….