20:00 Only now getting time to write.  Baseball games at fields, chasing Henry.. in nook now trying to produce something but exhausted.  Not hungry, had fries with Henry at the park.  Writing in journal at some point, allergies attacking me….  Much needed glass of Merlot.

Calm, Zen in this nook, thoughts of travel and photography, documenting.  That documentary approach I was all into at the beginning of last year but somehow got distracted.

The search, annoying and stressing me. Nurse tells me she’s still at work, poor girl.  I swear, no one works harder that she does.  No one I know, that’s for fucking sure.  Especially those that always have to remind the world around them that they work full-time.  I know you’re reading.

Nurse sending me sweet messages, they added one more case.  I am so enamored with her.  Hope hard she works and then how much time she makes for me and her kids… truly an oddity, anomaly, unicorn, something.

20:20 – Henry and Emmie having a late dinner, but what can I do.  Why do these fucking little league games go so goddamn late?  Was it like that when I was playing?