07:28

Nothing happening.  The soundtrack, the metallic hum or hiss, can’t decide which, of the light above me, and some crow outside in the distance.  Everything in this kitchen nook strangely is demanding my attention and telling me to work.  The temp, low.  Turning heater on in a bit.  Staying awake and not going back to bed, bringing Mike Madigan to this table to write, the first Win in the day.

It’s quiet in here, but not.  Everything is singing to me, and calling, encouraging…. The crow again.  Only two caws, or blahs.  Again, don’t know how to deem it.  Kids asleep.  Just waiting for the first call, and invasion.  Took a shower last night but tempted to take another to keep me awake.  Just keep moving, I tell myself and like my dad would tell me he told himself on those long days and nights flying, those trips that started in one day and cut into another.

This floor of the condo, the loft floor, remaining me of the Twilight Zone for some reason, or some movie like that.  Suspense or Ghost spook shit meets Pottery Barn, or Wayfair.  This condo continues to amuse and move me.  I live here, in disbelief and gratitude and could slap the shit out of myself when I get in those moods, funks or lulls, especially when provoked by an antithesis.

This morning though, no mood like that.  Can still see the Nurse at the island counter with me sipping our lattes and laughing about events yesterday, some things we collaborated on, and, well, I’ll save it for the book.  The Nurse is the anchor this morning.  Her work, her smile, how she’s skilled at fucking everything.  I swear, how does she do that?  Even when she washes something in the sink I’m like, most people don’t do it like that.

Changing topic otherwise eyes will roll if they’re not already, wine and wine business. Yes.. I’m going back.  And as a somewhat covert opp.  The VVV idea, after a text yesterday from T….  She and I sold so much fucking wine together back in the day.  So why not again. Why not play off the whole Professor thing, again.  Why not make money, and put it away for…….??

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07:47

Waking kids in a bit.  Henry with his 09:00 appointment, and then the tired wraps itself around me.  Not even a full sip left in the latte.  Shit… might make one of the Nespresso shots..  No steps heard from third floor.  The peace and time to SELF still in tact.  They were in bed rather early last night, for a Friday night and family night where we were all here for dinner.  Everything talked over – work, that one thing, the engagement, my sister’s wedding later this year, that one thing again, and then just laughing and chatting while I did the dishes.

Grateful isn’t the right word.  Maybe shocked is, that I have a family like this.  So positive and loving and present, and how we have each other’s back through ANYTHING.  How I want to build my business…. And so it goes.

HAPPIEST Communications.  Starting with the first word.  Don’t be happier, be HAPPIEST.  And see if you can keep going, getting happier, and more grateful for what you have… your business and family, health, that you are here.  That you ARE.

Heater on, and the sound is calming, make me more mindful, today’s draft of Mike Madigan, 2025.