WFH, looking outside at rain and wind pushing the vines one way then another.  ZEN, all about this morning.

All journals hit.  Feels funny saying that, at first, to me.  But then makes perfect sense.  Of course it fucking does.  I’m a writer…

My life is arranged in journals.

10:46.  Already?  Running, at the gym.  Speed work.  Oh shit charge the ear thingies.

Charging, and everything else out.  Just have to drive.

Nothing much else to journal… Oliver going to his Veterinarian appt, drive the Nurse to work.  And now just working lightly, enjoying the rain.  Funny when the Universe arranges things for you, and in your favor.

You can only be grateful, maybe a little surprised but that’s okay. Why do we always expect negative?  Are we drawn that way?  Not me, this morning, or much anymore.  Too much to be grateful for…