Home and ready for the day.  08:16

Took Nurse rio work after coffee and now I’m at the keys.  Left a dream earlier this morning thinking about strength and conviction, purpose, being stronger.  Making something materialize like Dad or the Nurse.

So driven his morning that focus is fucking near impossible.  First couple hours of the day, devoted to 30-60-90, added projects, and other ideas that I want to see what shapes are to take.

08:40… working on a project, something new.  See where it goes.  Trying to inventory but I’m finding difficultly, more than likely ‘cause the writer overthinks.  Shocker.

The documentarian, the writer that puts words in an anti-order.  Just as they occur, as they happen, as they hit him.

And they are hitting this morning, from when I left that subtle dream of me walking in a neighborhood that looked familiar but I couldn’t place it.

Making something happen.  That simple, that trite frankly, but that much fucking needed.

Scribbling day’s page in the EVERY DAY journal…

09:06 and now the day is officially with upped wheels.