ME.  Like JO said, care for yourself.  Some are going to roll their fucking eyes and judge me, which is fine.  Because those people, I’m used to.  It doesn’t hurt or sting or ever really register anymore.  Or maybe it does.  Either way I smirk while I scribble.

Have to clean off this table.  16:36.  Stories change, that is inevitable.  I should know that, of anyone I know.  You can hope a certain symmetry maintains, but…. The Story commands the Composition.

“Noted.” Something to sign, I’ll do that tomorrow.  Something landing, I was informed earlier today.  Reflecting on the Nurse and the hours she works.  Mirroring such with these posts and notes, entires, words and I don’t give a shit if there’s a togetherness, I want to be more like her.  It’s mandatory now…

Writing notes to self, invaluable.  When I taught at the JC, I would always offer “Inward jots are invaluable.” And now, my own lecture is in my lap.  Realizations, over and over this evening, all day today.  This next story, whenever it starts, written and reactively so from Day ONE.