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14:34

Vacaville.

Quiet house, Nurse off with her daughters and friend.  Going through this onboarding stuff, and it’s incredibly tedious and a bit annoying, but it has to be done.  Deadline is the 9th.  I have time and made a good dent.

Thinking of going for a drive, working offsite somewhere.  But … where?

There are two spots the Nurse and I haunt, on more than the other, and then one other spot where I was just a couple evenings ago writing while the girls were over here playing Bunco.

Driving myself crazy thinking more than doing.  Need groceries for Nurse’s dinner tomorrow, which I’m going to cook – UNIVERSE HELP ME.

Couple to-do’s in back yard, pool and plants.  Don’t think I have much time for offsite writing, or do I.  Crazy, what I make myself when I’m like this—  Oh shit and I have to figure out dinner for myself too.

New plan… No never mind—  See what I’m saying?  Literally driving myself fucking batty.

No when I notice myself deliberating or going backend forth with potential actions, I just throw myself at the keys and whatever comes out is what you read.  Sucks for you.

Now….  Pack up, drive across town.  Go through pictures later for Nurse as I promised her.