In loft office, 1st floor.  Was going to have a quick power nap after Oliver’s breakfast burrito, but has nerves about me… wanting to budget and balance, set aside $25 for a business after the other night’s dream.  Just put it in an envelope, I said to myself, set it aside.  DONE.

Pick up Henry at 11:45, then again at 14:30 to take him to another location.  Dinner more or less figured out.  Ahead of schedule but not getting cocky, something could arise like a bomb and blow up my world.

10:29, one hour till I have to leave.

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13:15 back from taking Henry to location #2, hitting Safeway and getting most of the needed Easter needs, food and whatever else for weekend.  Back in chair, feeling an immensity of gratitude and strength, focus like the other day working while the Nurse was with her girls in Benicia.

Organized, I’m about mine, my story and progression.  Nothing stopping this writer today or now or fucking ever.  No matter how hard flap-dragons try.

Back in the single dad set after over a week without my babies.  Henry’s little face and sentences… finally.  Centered on him and his brother and sister.

Distracted looking at the Mark West site, seeing if practice is cancelled for my daughter.  Hasn’t been updated since yesterday before noon.  Rain predicted for tomorrow and the next day.  So… in the fucking house all weekend?

NO.  Will plan something.  Long as I get to be with them, honestly the only thing I give a shit about.