Back from Munich trip and I am alive and hungry and energetic, writing ideas down like a Tasmanian Devil-Writer since stepping into this office. Well, really since I left bed at 05:45.

Nurse home sick, me checking on her as much as I can.  Probably annoying her but when I love I love hard.  She knows this, and I’m in a mood to joke, laugh, be silly and just fucking funny and enjoy my life.

That’s what this trip showed me, and reminded me… that I can be happy and it’s MORE than okay to focus on myself and make myself happy.

08:34…. Restroom break, then into character…. Notes prepared, more or less.  Tempted to go through pics from trip but I know that will just cut time and continue to slice.  So, keeping this jabbing writer on a timetable strict.

Moving so quickly and with a sharp accurate productive rush that I get ahead of myself, and the feeling is incomparable.  Certain Xanadu, really.  Wow.. just discovering this now, at 46.

I credit Munich and the EVERYTHING of there, and the trip out there, walking, even the long day of flying and driving yesterday.  Especially, actually.