What do you do, if you want to stop?  Easy, just that.  Decide to STOP.

Exercising patience, writing more poetic form.  Not needing or imposing on self the needle of conventional prose.

Writing the Nurse…. Again.  Yes, and more after these words, lines, whatever form the form—

Sent her some verse.  Can’t stop thinking of her, today.  Well, that’s any day but this one something sharper.

At desk.  Still don’t have the hot coffee I promised myself.  Nursing a cold cup, poured much earlier.

Decided against.  Truly trying to lower the coffee dives per day.

Back to work, see what new projects I can throw ‘cross the Sonic pond.