19:57

Tired.  Lots of driving, traffic, rain, waiting.  Dinner with the Nurse, exceptional highlight and making all the stress of transportation evaporate.

Nothing to write beyond that.  Running out of reporting, like a news field reporter who locks himself in the fucking office.  Shit, is that what I’m doing?

YES.  Well, a little.  Need to get out there more, and in this sales story touch more bloody doors.  Turn this sales story into something else.  In fact, I’m not fucking calling it that anymore.

Not calling it anything.  It’s LIFE.  All days are standalone Stories and part of the more collected and aggrandized MS.

Meeting the Architect tomorrow for coffee on 4th Street, around 10 I think.  Will work there, in the Field for a bit.  Then just walk around, see what I see, what I think.  Be more in the moment, approach the Now as you would a new wine.

Tasting all constituents in a scene.  Cat in here with me, heater on, dark as dark can be outside, and me with a glass.  Grateful and calm, in love.  Nurse at work talking to me over the dinner I brought and I could only stare at her, awe, humility, moved by this woman.