Texted Nurse as soon as I woke up.  She, returning home tomorrow.  Me, keeping busy with house projects, work obviously, and this new approach to my site, PMDC.

Receipts piling, again.  Ugh, why do I do this to myself?  Making a project of it, each telling a story, or giving some complexity where maybe I thought there was none, or could not be any.

08:20.  Early start for this writer.  LoFi in my little office.  My place in this place that is now ours, the Nurse and I.

SELF-Care, prioritized this day.  Putting self on a bit of a house arrest.  Stay here and bloody WRITE.  No need to be anywhere else, and honestly I am NOT in the mood to drive.  Even short distances.

Unavoidable though, later needing to visit Nugget.

Calm holds me, calms me further.  Composed character today.

Deciding to stop trying to see more, or stress over material like I was yesterday.  So then that becomes a subject, why we do that and how way too many times we grieve and complain and protest the present when there is far too much there from which to build.

So, today, new concept construction.  Here in this home office, with a mountain of receipts that try to intimidate but I don’t bend, in any direction.  The Stories support me.