Last day of February, huh….  Nurse left a bit ago, kids still asleep.  One of them with a minimum day today, the other regular pickup, and then another with a standing appt that goest ill 18:00.  Not sure how much actual work I’ll get done.  May have to move something around in schedule.

Met someone yesterday that’s revived my love of music.  And in a very almost mushroom cloud-like way.  Across genres, even having me go back to where my love of Thievery Corporation started.

He goes to more concerts than I ever could, and I’m not the biggest concert hound, but still interesting.

Camera charging and brining it with me to Santa Rosa for the meeting at 10 or 10:30.  I think it’s at 10:00.

Reminded on cal pos up, “Jack: Minimum Day”.  Time is weird to me this morning, yesterday going by faster than I wanted it to especially last night with us all here.  Minding where I am, NOW, and knowing the moment will pass does not disrupt or damage my appreciation of it.  Writing at the island counter, or 228 Bar as I’ve called it since I moved in, listening to the refrigerator hum as it does, looking left out the window door to patio and it’s lighter, much lighter, than when I went to get our lattes.

06:48.  See?  It passes, but there’s nothing I can do.  Mood and Attitude, My Attitude Architecture Project given special attention.  Work, not pushing my character one way or another lately.  It is what it is, as people say.  I hate that expression but nothing could be more true.

The loft, quiet, where last night there were kids playing, my dad talking with and joking with Jack and Henry.  And now, silence.  Promise of another Story.  One day, today, the last day of the month but that doesn’t matter.

Writing a plan for March….  Last month of Q1.  Okay now I’m obsessing over and in and about, and around and blow and above time.  Life.  The clock and how we use it as a barometer for joy.  To me, this idea of mindfulness expands from simplicity, there is no qualification or measure.  Nothing like, “I only have two more days of vacation,” or “I can’t wait for this to happen…”

All of it addressed time.  What if I just stopped.  And that’s what I’ll do, starting now, 06:55, just decide to stop.

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