Messaging her more, promising to communicate everything today with her.  And I’m gaveling the same with you, reader.

Current mood – happy, relieved, empowered and motivated as fuck.  Like I’m a different person, and because of one project.

Thinking about it now, yes.  It was a project.  I brought it to fruition, and here I am… seriously, in a position mentally that I have not fucking been in easily two years.

Actually, more.

I’lll write about it with more molecular mentions later, but for now I jot the emotions, feelings.  How fucking strong I am now.

Do I credit the Nurse, most definitely.  How can I not??

Supporting me, encouraging me, listening to me vent and whine from time to time…. She’s a fucking saint.  Seriously.

And, don’t think as a literary guy I don’t look into the symbolism and paginated suggestion of her being a Nurse.

The morning, seriously perfect.  I think all three of my wee Madigans are awake, but making little noise.  Probably watching a show or just enjoying a morning off from school.  Looking at my calendar, everything I have to do today for ……..