In Vacaville waiting for the Nurse to get home. Visited her at work, talked for a bit, stole a dozen or so kisses. Now snacking on those blue chips, paired with a Monterey La Crema CH.
Sliding glass window open, little breeze, bird sounds, feeling more peace than I have all day. And today was lovely, writing and not so much working in San Anselmo.
WAIT— I did work, just devoted some time to the journal and SELF-care. Now waiting for Nurse, she just called saying someone is coming to relieve her and recover the case she was supposed to.
Love the Nurse stories and language. She is the SOLE reason, or at least singular propellant, for my classroom return.
First idea to offer students – AIMS. What do you want? How will you arrive there? Don’t write to me, or even any readers. WRITE TO YOURSELF.
Design the Road, and believe it’s real. In no way a dream.