Calm and monitoring SELF, emotions and thoughts and where my visions reside.

Nurse readying for a birthday party, with food trucks I’m told.  Jealous, a food truck sounds incredible right now.  Just a touch after 10, oh well.

May write in Sonoma, on the Square somewhere.  Poetry only I’m promising myself – MUSIC.  Songs, new efforts and ways for this writer.

Finding another way

No loudness, no parade

Drive around the Bay

Looking at trees passing, day

…..

Starting here, typing on the floor while Nurse steps out of shower, hair and makeup.  My Queen, I just watch.

Writing, why I do it, just reminded.  Listening to Reasons by EW&F.  Haven’t heard this song in a while, makes me think of high school for some reason.  Those dances with Mercy & NDB.

Nurse tells me a nurse friend of hers said I should go.  Food truck Saturday, why am I so excited?  Food trucks fascinate me, since the Tips Roadside days during covid when they’d park in Coffey Park and I’d get dinner for the kids, thinking of it over and over.

If I could cook, have my own truck, like the Chef movie.  Just thinking, dreaming and fantasizing and that’s where I leave it…..  Back to music.

Day’s plan changed, and I couldn’t be more excited.  Logging OFF—