In chair, nook.  With Nurse, she making her pumpkin chocolate chip pancakes she made the kids the other day.

Me… sending materials to a contact at SSU.

Done.  09:57….. My Philosophy of Happiness research and writing starts, and I refuse to stop.  Nurse laughs at something on Instagram and I can’t get enough.

Looking somewhere else now… call at 10:30 should be short, I’m thinking.  But hard to tell.

Two communications, actually three.  I’m getting what I want, there is no one that can tell me different, at all, anywhere.

Writing in journal like my life depends on it and maybe it does.  No, it definitely does.  Sipping latte, imagining myself on campus, anywhere.  Or maybe that’s a fallacy on my part.  Do I need a classroom?

I have this page, the journal, these blogs…. Happiness in what I have, not what’s absent or what I’m hoping for.  And there is no hoping, I’m just doing it.

Writing assignment for SELF—  1001 words.  Including what I’ve typed above, but here on is deconstruction… the story, what I’m trying to do, get back to.

All that time in the classroom, and I’m here.  A challenge, lesson, new architecture for this writer.