Sending a message, or two, then back on page.  Thinking over and over about some things, what I want, not just for the kids but ME.

Reader – never forget about yourself.  JO told me in one of our last meetings that if we forget about ourselves it is nearly impossible to be content, or whole as a person.  I found this fascinating to be honest, and how timely now with my exploration of waiting.  Me refusing to do it anymore.

The Nurse says I’m impatient, or getting impatient.  As always, my beautiful girl is completely right.  Just playing with terms though… am I impatient, or admirably eager and centralized on reaching something?

Nurse sends me a pic of a writing desk, that now after seeing it I have to fucking have.  Oh my god… 

Setting up an office or writing space in my room/our room, I’ve been saying for months.  Now, I’m doing it.

So what’s the bottom floor going to be?  Still an office, but different context.  Leaving for book, but the business will be down there.  Room is strictly writing.  SHIT.. need to charge camera.