So at peace this morning, Composed… grateful.

Avg for year, .579.  Wanting to hit somewhere around 3000 words for day.  Should give self another hour here.  This Fairfield Peet’s.  Pet Shop Boys comes on, West End Girls.  The Nurse hates this song, and I have to laugh hearing it now. She’s so adorable, her likes and dislikes, our coffee dates in the morning.

FINALLY.  Fucking finally I have this.  Love, but more.  And I know people hate me for it, but like I typed above they are gone.  Forever off and away from my Earth.

09:27 thinking of getting another latte.  Shit, should I?  NO… hold off.  Conserve, tighten belt Mikey.

Going back into a removed sight snd observational lean about my character.  The Professor, this Mike Madigan former adjunct, in a spot that is optimal for growth.  Possibly the last opportunity of this type he’ll have in his collective story.

Gratitude overtakes him.

Looks out the window, person somewhat large walking toward door.

They can move, but not quick. They struggle.

He breathes, not so much deep but meant, with sharp meaning.

Nothing pressing, nothing in the next hour.  Thinking of going back home, to the Nurse’s house.  Get run logged, enjoy the weather.  Already a bit warm.  60-some degrees.  Overthinking, but not to any detriment or wall hit.  My thoughts are motioned, revving high, that’s all.  The feeling of strength and gratitude, and the realization after my lunch with the Nurse….  I can’t describe it.  The thought had been said to myself before, thought and considered, but never enacted maybe?

I don’t know.  I’m here now.  At this conviction.  I have nothing else to say.  What else can I communicate?  And, if there is something why would I?  I am ignored, and pushed back.

I’m moving on… gifting myself a new hue of freedom.

This strength I feel this morning is honestly something else.  I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this strong, and I’d even say ‘in control’.  Don’t get too comfortable Mike, or confident.  One line at a time.