Found writing…. Date unknown :::

Have a bit or much of my old writing venom back.  Not sure what shoved me in this directions brought the ticket for me to take the flight back here.  To an old me… the Alicante/Burgundy War of ’99-’00 when a student and poetry addict at Sonoma State.

My love now… this.  The Nurse.  Everything at the Villa, and defending her from ANYTHING and ANYONE.

Some speak, or try, but are hard to understand, as are their exhausted extensions.  Can I laugh now… am I allowed to check in and chuck before walking up the dated stairs?

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08:14…..  Nurse making breakfast for the kids.  Notes on yesterday and the kids, Henry’s conversation about favorite toys.  Won’t get much writing time today, and that’s fine.  I’ll write tonight at the Villa after the Nurse’s friends’ party for their parents.  I think a 60th wedding anniversary, something incredible and unbelievable like that.

Pound espresso, go get Henry ready for his Saturday appointment, keep moving…