and finding stories in everything and you don’t have to look to hard.  Like Oliver to my left.  Poor bloke looks bored.  Wish I knew how to entertain a dog.

Nurse off in ten she said.  EOD basically for me.  Taking a mindful moment, seeing the loft around me, how happy I am to be here and how fucking grateful—  OH SHIT, did I leave my camera at the house?

GOD.DAMN.IT.

Checked car and yes I left it in Vacaville.  Have another camera upstairs, and my phone of course.  Just want to document the Town, and the music…

As a writer, I’m changing and not editing as much.  Not that ever did excessively, or even as I should.  Documenting, or capturing, or harvesting, farming.  Yes, that I take to more.  Harvesting moments… this is the result of not being at the loft for…..  a week it feels like.  Is that right?

When were the NurseWife and I here last?  Holy shit I seriously can’t remember.  But I’m here now and that is the imperative.  The negative dopes and tropes and cloaks and clones, like dismissible dust.

Tonight, we listen to music and celebrate our day.