might have hit a record with that one.

EOD call done, annoying as it was.  Flying from one coast to another in my head.  Imagining travel, wine in hotels with the Nurse and when we go to Paris next year, and then…..  some other place, some other time, and some point sooner more than any later.

Writing for my Composition, form and sanity.  Work tomorrow, drive to Rohnert Park.  For the first time probably ever, looking forward to it.  I’m not a broken machine, like I felt yesterday.  Hear the dog whine downstairs, like a guttural whimper.  I ask him what’s wrong and he stops.

That was me yesterday but this morning early before there was sun up, and before the Nurse was up, inward unwritten scribbles teaching me.  About me.  This character, where I am what I’m doing how I arrived here.

Eof day call, making my skin crawl.  It’s sales, or actually me.  It’s me.  I’m just not that anymore, like I told the lady on the 13:00 call.  Just being honest.