20:34

Nurse coming home soon.  Me ending night with LoFi and old pics from industry days.  This seems like not yesterday, or far away, just part of my story.  Those Sundays when the production crew was gone, I’d go back to the upstairs office and write.  Take pictures of the quiet and somewhat spooky machines, warehouse, the smell and air, sound but no sound.

Stories to tell the fiancée when she gets home, but I want to hear hers.  Didn’t get to see her floor today, she coming down to meet me in the lobby.

Clocking out.  Upstairs.  Ready the castle for its Queen—