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08:38…..  Laundry, dishes, dishwasher, kids’ breakfast, ready Henry for his Saturday schedule.  Nonstop for the writer, and I only feel gratitude.

Wonder how this will be turned around on me.  Some people, so sad, so obvious, so comical.

Nurse messaging me early telling she’s headed to Peet’s, then work.  I swear, she works harder than anyone I know.  Like, ANYONE.  Don’t know how she does it.

Couple minutes of type-time then heading to Santa Rosa.  Made SELF a triple espresso here, not sure I need a Peet’s run but it sounds needed.  Doesn’t it?  Maybe I could put this in the fridge for later, for the drive.

Thinking of myself as a professor, and not needing any campus to validate that.  Yes, the provide the check, but I can the same effectuate.

Journals at right.  One of them for work…. Not letting myself think about it.  Keep writing, focus on the Legend.  ME, and this new draft.  Laughing away insecurities and where I’m not as strong.

That’s the remedy.  Hate that word—  The Architecture.  Of thought and practice and perception, my newly adorned and adored Psychology.