2-15-25

Jack, THIRTEEN.

I have a teenager.

Seriously in disbelief.

Projects all day till his friends arrive around 17:00 for their sleepover and all the other birthday things.  Five kids versus the writer.  Should probably keep with the espresso.

Projects all day.  Massive declutter and disposal.  Hit the office already, then Archive on 3rd floor.  Channeling the Nurse and her methods of home maintenance.  New hobbies and affinities in this writer today.

10:37.  Over 12 hours into fast, starting to get a bit hungry.  And tired.  But no time for even the shortest and most rushed of naps.  Meeting yesterday still on mind, added income and potential of income.  All tech-related.  Not elaborating here.

Meeting with Dad yesterday late afternoon also on mind.  For a number of reasons.  Tightening certain money architectures and other moves.  Not elaborating here, but it’s good.  Really good.

What else do I want with the day?  Writing in journal, not here, again, and letting mind go where it wants.  Thing is, I don’t think it knows.  Finding old journals and reading entries from over three years ago, in the early stages of circus.  Wow…