The BEAT, right?  Everything has a BEAT… did I forget that or something?  Is it the past couple or more years that have done that?  Well fuck them… I’m back, and more a musician than I’ve ever been.

All this, a song… today, an album, a jam session.  How did I forget?  And how is it only 11:54?

Back to this jam session, the energy and vibe, peace and life behind it – #MYMUSICMOODNOW.  It’s coming to life, in addition to the most recent shift.

Think I’m going for a walk… invite the Town to talk to me.

One song at a time….

14:09 back from lunch with all kids, then to the Green, and I couldn’t stop saying to myself, “How lucky are you?  You, YOU, live here.  You need to write about this town more, all the new memories, ones of you and the kids, and the Nurse… this is too much to not put to page.  This is a book.”

So, I AM just deciding to stop not writing about it.  Windsor, always a fascination of mine, honestly.  Going back well before I had kids.  And now I’m here.  I remember when I used to fantasize about having a place to myself here, a loft… seriously, I would say that – “I’ll have my own place, with a whole floor that’s a loft, in Windsor, right on or close to the Green.”

And, well, I’m home.

14:14.  Feel like I should make a wish or something.  No need though, seriously, I have everything I need.  Actually, I could even make the argument that I have more than enough, and if I really wanted to be that argumentative English Professor I could assert I have too much.

But won’t of course.  Completely at peace where I am and with what I have.

Writing from the loft, Friday, partial day off, and no apologies.  NONE… hustling with these words and this music.