4-12-24

09:23

Loft with Henry.  He watches Paw Patrol episodes, I think, while I work away.  Materials sent to contact, page in BED journal done.  Now budgeting and MAP.

Realized something to content production… no secret, use what you have.  Again, documentarian decision.  Henry and I in the Peet’s store, waiting on order.  He killing his chocolate milk on the way home, only one sip left when parked in garage.

Set to work as hard as the Nurse.  More than likely I won’t be able to, but I’ll try.  Her day yesterday WELL over 16 hours.  And I still have to laugh at others boasting how hard they work.  True comedy, thank you.

Being a dad is self-education, and understanding that moments don’t repeat.  Henry and I in that Peet’s TODAY will never again occur.  The smell of the espresso, he wanting me to hold him then put him down, the walking around me and playing the catch game we do…. All scenes instruct, remind this writer.

Selfie attempt with him to send Nurse, he rubbed his eyes, tired, then told me to try again but he got distracted by the barista calling my name.  “Daddy, that’s you…”