Writing with more freeness and carelessness.  Thinking in the Sedaris way but more then in my own.  Looking forward to meeting at 14:00 where as before I wasn’t. 

New ideas and statements to share, brainstorming with team members.  This morning and the Nurse… our coffee date.  Holy shit.. I realize again, I’m in love.  Love someone more than most humans.  Seriously, I’m dumbfounded, awestruck, paralyzed in rich realization.

Another picture of us… more certainly.  The journal she bought for me and her to collaboratively reflect and compose.  Common interests… huh, fucking imagine that.

I am invincible today and all forward days, and beyond whatever whenever however.  Taking this mood into next story.  The connectedness and Composition of it all… just had a scene play out in my head, visualized way now in a thread.

Knowing my Story and aims, far too old for knotted missive games.

Journal open, and I think “Oh, pen…” Grateful for this chair and the window, view, me renewed.  Yes, sans fear.  Just to be clear.

Nurse this morning smiling differently, and wrapping me in absolute and heightened conviction.  Gratitude storm, not stopping.

Staying in the chair like I suggested to students.