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This first day has a been a storm, not just with the rain but content and questions being answered by the scene itself.

Leaving in about 20 for another errand.  Peace overtakes me.  This new year, this first day, even after the horrible sleep last night interrupted by canine anxiety and fireworks and explosions and people yelling while drinking and drinking more after yelling from drinking, this writer got out to the street.

Miles recorded.  Can feel them now, but never mind me.  The Nurse is actually working.  They stacked on case, after case, and then one final fucking case.

The scene now, here, ‘in the kitchen’, peace and music.  LoFi, laundry, sleepy dog and he get no sympathy from this writer but rather a glare then a snuggle and pet on head, then maybe belly rub.

All, where it need be.  How am I this lucky?

Again the comparison, me last year.  At that devilish corporation.  No, not now.  But I have to be careful and can’t allow romanticism to box me or blind me with addictive yay-say.

So, like I’ve b before journaled, temperament.

Heading to downtown Vacaville in a sec, to our favorite pizza place.  Some takeout so when the Nurse gets home, all she has to do is be home.  Relax, zen, and maybe give her writing soon2be husband a kiss or twelve.