No school for kids tomorrow, me not so much.  Tired after last night, still.  Waking and keeping SELF busy.  Drive to VV to see Nurse and play basketball as a family, Nurse v Henry then Jack and Emma and I in some “king of the court” tourney… Great day.  My gratitude is nearly pummeling me into silence.

Drive home, little drizzle, chill beats and when getting on 101 from Lakeville I felt a calm that I’ve only felt a couple times in my life.  Seriously.  And I don’t know what to say or how to describe it.  But there was no worry of work.

Nothing of concern for the fucking funnel.

Or prospecting.

Or any of that shit.

Pictures from the day, I can’t stop smiling.  My Mental is composed with gentle quasars, intoning assurance and peace, indifference to negative hogs and witches, and peace in the immediate room.

This second floor is my current church.  Thinking of the Nurse and vowing to one day own this outright.  What’s wrong with that??  Having a material aim?

NO-THING.

Sunriver soon, then Cancun with my Goddess Nurse fiancée, and I think her youngest daughter and a friend.

Travel, the writer’s thesis.  Like the Coelho’s book, learning from the day… nothing flashy or excessive or any pill or quill of overkill. 

21:08… getting tired.  Do I have tomorrow off or not?  No idea.  FUCK.  Random page in old journal, the one Dad gave me – early 2021, before everything.  Me moving money.  I have to laugh.  Can’t touch it now, but if I could, what would I do?

Travel.  Or finally open the wine Room.  Wine, that story I keep returning to.  Wondering if that should be the final shift in CV.  Thinking ab out Napa, somewhere different.  Stay a Sonoma writer, but bring stories back.  I don’t know.  Need more time.