Thought about a lot on the drive over the mountain from Vacaville back to Sonoma.

This shit has to change.  Get out of sales, think that’s the book, or one of them.  Maybe one of the already working titles.

I Just Decided To Stop.  As in, working in sales.  It makes my skin crawl, honestly.  All of it.

Too tired and a bit into the thoughts themselves to elaborate.  So, just know this is where I am… grateful in the kitchen and more than just that cliche reflective.

Missing the Nurse.  She, on-call tonight.  Having to return to Vacaville and me missing her like a sock love puppy-patient.  But we message as much as we can before lights are off needed.

22:20.  I know I should be asleep right now but I’ve never felt this writing in my room – like this – Sunday night, when I should be asleep but I’m like fuck the obligatory tonight.  Only hear the frogs and crickets, whatever that is in the distance.