6-8-25

15:08 checking in late in the day.  Started in VV then drove back to loft.  Had lunch with Emma, went grocery shopping, now working in loft.  With an unexpected, I’ll just say, boost….  I’m focused and with a fiery wing.  I’m only going to fly, that’s certain.

Everything poetic and kept simple.  And yes, singular.  Another score for this writer.  No apologies, not one.  The Nurse and I starting our Story after the Cancun trip, and his is only a quick climb not forecasted. 

All of it, moved quick.  And I’ll stop there.  Building.  Kids content, day in Windsor beautiful, and no traffic really to speak of for most of the drive earlier.

About to reread and edit a poem I wrote earlier.  “…nothing ahead but conviction…” I typed quick on my phone this morning after the Nurse left, while the kids were still asleep.

Pausing on the rewrite…. Listening to this beat, then the next.

Only music, and this renewed mood.  Nurse remarks she loves this passion and energy from me.

And all fanned in the past couple weeks.

I know the antithesis hates this, and that only more me motivates.  My happiness, an irritant.  I can’t be see that as luminously lovely, that some dizzied and wandering hog grunts at my grin.

Not looking for applause, or even acknowledgement.  I see it.

I see ME.

This new writer, at his table, in his gorgeous loft, writing and messaging his fiancee.