20:40…. Home.  Tired. Not much to write.

Heater on, and should turn it off.  Exciting stuff.  Committed to writing on the 3rd floor, in bed after they all go to bed.  The boys, no school.  Emmie, attending for some weird reason.  Not sure why she doesn’t have the day off and they do, but whatever.

Cooking with the Nurse earlier and listening to music, joking and dancing, kisses here and there, and then again.  The day, perfect.  Last night as well, Nurse getting called into work and we getting home while she was still waiting for her patient.  She was home I was in the kitchen getting everything ready. 

Family, imagine that.

One thought followed by what feels a couple hundred thousand more.  Stopping no not letting myself.  The kids, the Nurse, Vacaville and now in the loft.  I’m just deciding to fucking STOP with anything that doesn’t serve me like today.  That doesn’t contribute to happiness like this, this intensity and high voltage as I like to scribble it.

Kids asking for a snack I told them they just had dinner but they settle with me, something small.  A healthy snack.  Again, imagine that.