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Two years.

How long this beautiful Nurse and I have been together.  06:53

Kids still asleep.  Busy morning, or hectic as the Nurse just said, saying “I know the morning is about to get hectic for you…”, but I’m calm.  With a sharp and now-known and never-before seen visual about this Mike Madigan.

Need to be in office before 08:30, if possible.  Not sure how likely that is, but….

Distracted by thoughts of the Nurse.  Writing till I reach 1001 and I’ll post all of it.  Not sure I care too much how some twits will interpret it, or misquote it in some bench-room.

Look at this writer, laughing to his latte.  Sending the Nurse a note… I could and fucking should write her and about her all day.

My fiancee’s first day back in the PACU since her vacation time began its play.  Two weeks off for my sweet little Nurse.  She, the model.  She, the entity to mimic.  SHE, my fiancee – EV.ER.Y.THING.

Wrote a quick poem, sent to her.

Me-Meeting just now and when driving to coffee for the Nurse, so she can sip on her drive.  No voicing it, just an embodiment.

Not writing it, or even really meditating or any self-repetition quietly.

Just me, knowing what comes next.

07:00

Deciding to let them sleep a bit more.  I need this time.  Yes, ME.  I’m doing something for ME.

Imagine that….  Nurse messages me back.  Tempted to send her more words but resist.  Give her some space, let her enjoy the drive to Fairfield, I say to myself.

Distracting this writer with thoughts of the office, how I got there… contrasting it with, let’s just say, 90 days ago.

A world utterly antithetical.  Now the coffee shows me, not just what I need to do but how.  Huh, interesting.  New Me-Meeting precipitates, not letting x in.  Ever.  Stronger than I thought, I guess.

Realizing, mindful, and moved by my own thoughts… this world I’m unwrapping like a Deity’s gift.