Birthday month.  Celebrate all days but today there is a challenge of sorts.  Not giving it any space on page. It doesn’t deserve even a line here.

Nurse messaging me from work, and my wildness in writing is prompted to be more wild, more of an agitator to some.  Sip coffee, in office now but leaving before too long.  Mental Health precipitating freedom.  No chains or boxes around this writer.

Calm…. No need for extensive effort, I wrote yesterday.

I see some in their passion and how they work with a loving ferociousness and wonder why I can’t have that then I wonder why the fucking I’m wondering.

Just grab it.  Why are you waiting, Mikey…?

True.  Good question with an obvious answer.  My sanity put together with cheap tape, this morning.  Now the tape comes off and a writer feeling free.  Thinking about heading to the loft, working in the first floor office and not letting self get up till I discover or learn something about today’s Mike Madigan draft.

Baseball game on Saturday with the Nurse, then wine club pickup on Sunday.  My ability to wait is emaciated.  Can’t come soon enough.  All of it, needed.