10-11-24

Can’t find the doc I was working in on this little laptop.  Not worrying about it.  And it’s a lesson.  Be more fucking organized.  Not why is this happening to, but FOR the writer.

07:47…. On this new mission to get back to the classroom, to be a teacher of college writing and thought, but differently.  Will note everything.

Nurse waking early and leaving, miss her of course but will see her Sunday.  

Last espresso pod.  What does that mean..  Not just that I love espresso as you know but I haven’t spent much time here.  And that’s fine, more than fine.  Anymore, the Villa is home.  This is my Sonoma writing room – of three floors.  Not common to bring this little laptop out, not sure it’s ever been here on the loft floor, in the nook.

What am I teaching….  Thought, deconstruction, Composition, and other circles.

Give the kids a five minute warning for departure, like an airport.  They laugh a little and say “Okay, Dad…”

I smile, Henry says something I can’t understand, and the writer is in Dad mode.  My weekend, and I love it.  Monday could be a bit tricky with timing, but I’ll figure it out.

That’s what everything comes down to, especially as a parent.  You figure it out.

Packing up, back in a bit…