Relaxed by pool, had dinner with two of her daughters and the oldest’s husband.  Relaxing, felt like vacation.

Getting tired, and should start planning tomorrow.  Waking early, I tell myself.  Will I though?  Hope so… need to get so much done tomorrow, and before noon.

Nurse keeps calling me Professor, and even more do I want to return to that initial sight.  The Stanford classroom, writing and offering ideas….  No patience anymore for these witless dopes that take time from my writing, where I have to write these lowborn, conventional reports or summaries and for what.

I am there, at the end.  Of both patience, tolerance.  I am out of goodwill and taking any Road high…. I think of Tupac and other writers, who fucking FOUGHT.  

Going to check on the kids, told Nurse I would have them in bed by 21:30…. Hope I can swing it.  Should be able to.  They are happy tonight, all three, and quite vocal with their excitement being back home with ME.

I’m a new shape and texture, Composition tonight and going into the week.

Grateful.  A blizzard of humility, love.

Nook writing and envisioning…. Relationships and purpose, noting with an objective and just for doing so – words and expressions and life to page..