4-24-24

In office at the loft.  Miss working down here.  Miss working at this desk, the coffee I just made myself and the two laptops I have out on this desk then atop the shelf to left.

Thinking on drive over, about waiting.  STOP.  No more waiting.  For anything.  Nothing.  If I want something I take it, that simple.

More money for the kids, DONE.

More for me and the Nurse, for our life of travel ahead – DONE.

I am done waiting.  Done waiting for some voices to stop.  So I stop listening, confirm their nonexistence.  DONE.

So celebratory after the trip to South Lake Tahoe yesterday.  The water, that restaurant, the walk through the casino where the Nurse had a latte and me a rare cocktail, Old Fashioned.  She winning on the slots, and me losing all $20, and we stopped.

The point of the trip was of course spontaneity and being together, but more than that I think.  CELEBRATING.  Life, FREEDOM, each other.

This morning and no morning or day forward will I be bothered by some voices and entities.

Water pushing against and fleeing from the shore yesterday, Nurse and I talking about something, learning more about the character looking back at the other.