16:39 talking with the Nurse a bit ago in the backyard, near the pool while she cleaned the filters and replaced the bag on the sweeper, me saying it’s almost pool season.  She agreeing, noting how quick the year passes.  I focus now with this sliver of time, in our room on the couch by our bed, seeing more significance in the change of temp and sunlight duration.

I am surprised, enlivened, propelled and further encouraged.  Only reason to celebrate, see the story for what it is, and that is a blank page or just a room to fill.  Remembering the BED journal prompt from yesterday or the day before ordering a description of “my room”.  What room, I thought.  So I deconstructed and with syllables explored the entirety of the condo.  I’m in the same mood now, the same step and lean with my connection.

Lunch with the Nurse at a new spot, some lovely Mexican spot in Suisun Valley.  Aside from her, I could only focus on the day and how Summer-sclupted everything was, from the bloom in the fields and bud break driving through Napa to get here.  There is a new life about the county and all the valleys to get here, where we earlier for lunch and then delivering some tacos to friends of hers down the Road.

Light music from the bathroom where the Nurse showers, looking out the window behind me, down at the pool.  Everything as it should.  Beatific elements in the immediate scene and contributors – this couch, our bed, the picture of the pool I took.

Looking for properties soon, I tell myself.  Write more about people, the stories, the MSP and the condescension that tumbled from the mouth of some pseudo-sagacious clowns.  No time to make up something, or pursue any new tune.  Decide in the directly present dimension, of course.

Nurse gets out the shower, one of my songs plays, Frank Ocean and Migos.  Spotlight….  So fitting and appropriate, needed.  Encouraging and elevating.  More music in my day, from the pool to this room.  ROOMS—  Where I need be with the paragraphs, will.  This room, where we sleep and get ready in the morning for coffee at Peet’s, the commutes.

Again surprised by what I now wildly and widely realize.  Gratitude stampedes in my needed mentality.  Nothing simple, whether seemingly or actual.