08:49.  Admittedly, not much writing done over the past few days, spanning Thanksgiving, then another Thanksgiving, having company over, then yesterday a much needed day of quiet and zen, some productivity, and SELF-CARE.

2026 Starting yesterday.  And there is a very sharp and specific aim and architecture to it all.

Negativity is no longer heard.  And FREEDOM is the Beat.  The only Beat to which I’m to speak.

Nurse at work, me putting everything in motion.  Today, not a penny spent, other than overhead.  Fucking FasTrak slips I forgot to pay.  Not too late, but still on my nerves but not for long.

In this new year, stress is like x, I just don’t hear see feel know it.

Was meant to be in office today, but WFH to intercept a shipment… and be here for some housework to be done.  They should be stopping by between, I think 09:30 and 13:30?  Not worried about it.

Everything steady this morning.  Not feeling like a Monday.  Shouldn’t have written that but I did.  If I hexed, I hexed.

Check master calendar.  Everything set, as far as I can see.

This morning does feel like a new year, with that NEW YEAR feel to it.  In my inward speaking, how I interpret the room and the Teams chats, all of it.

OPERATION2026.  What I’m calling it.  THIS.  Education.  All days teaching us something.

If not normalizing, then understanding.  Having a more beneficial, healthy, and frankly lucrative perspective.  Mind.  All habits and practices and with not a figment of fear.  None.

They, the dragons, x, the virulent voices, not near.  Gone.  Ignored.  Me, this writer, so fucking FREE.