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Collecting, tempering my reactions to things.  Waiting for my sweet Nurse to be off work, not sure how many cases she has now stacked.  And it doesn’t matter.  Whatever she needs me to do, I’m beyond present.

Someone put laundry on, the sound calms and adds composition to the writer.

Fig on the floor, in the sun, showing off his stripes.  I take a picture ‘cause I don’t know how to write exactly what I’m seeing – his mood and disposition, little lean and stretch.

I laugh at the efforts of negative people.  Seriously, you DOPES. Keep trying, keep providing comedy, keep letting me hear about your sad attempts.  This is GOLD…

16:20 and finding a place of impenetrability.  A new psych and Philosophy.  Remembering so many of Dad’s words and teachings through my life, and the Nurse last night with her ‘everything has a way of working out’ motif.

All of this, every fucking thing that happened today, informing the business.  The new AE story.

Messages sent and back on keys…. The peace in this house, needed.  This day, the advances.  I will continue to share my happiness with anyone who will read, see, listen.  And just again heard the podcast episode from last night, The Nurse and The Professor.  My sweet Nurse dropping more knowledge and insight than I know what to do with.  Just left me there – me, the stammering Professor.

Love does this, I’m realizing.