5-13-24

Home.  09:07… time to build.

Latte and a quiet loft.  Communicating with Nurse, driving out there a bit after noon.  Need a carwash, and bad.  So many thoughts in head, the single dad after his kids leave.  At peace, but uneasy.  I miss their gallops on the third floor, Henry coming in here with the iPad telling me it’s dead, Emma practicing her pitching stance and delivery in her room or in the loft.

Moods, and the day starts with a high attitude, confident and eager.  Any confrontation or obstruction attempt, WELCOME.

This is me now, my character.  Intense yes, but relaxed.  Noting what needed and where.  Posting about the WordPress shop, not saying where but it’s out there.  Smiling to myself, about…. Well, you know.

Poetry last night, listening to Tupac on the way home.. OH, my next tattoo… need to book, but when… last week of month or…

09:30.  Journal.

A couple tasks, an AWESOME call, and BOOM.  This day is SO already mine.  This feeling is a high that is incomparable.  Better than any wine, or any physical anything… this is my character seeing its own strength.