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Not much time to log anything, any long thought. And that is what blogging and my style or mode or form of writing is. Write what you can, in the moment… quick and flashed. 07:58 in Vacaville, already over 80 outside. On our way to Sunriver soon.
Nurse leaving for work but not before I went to get Peet’s for us, some breakfast for the kids too. Needing this little meditation before the however-many hours drive.
Already missing the Nurse. Four days without her, counting today. Not excited about it but I know I have to exhibit a dimension for strength I never have. Turn it into a project. Into work. Take emotion out of it, but not all.
Taking a few minutes at this desk to not write, just a minute ago. Think about and realize where I am… kids downstairs watching some show, and listening to the birds outside. They seem much louder here than anywhere else I can think of.
Feeling Composed in character, thinking of Sonoma State and how close my current office is. Is the Story telling me something?
Again on Campus, in some amplitude.