WHY… because I fucking decided.

I told myself it was a requirement.  Something you do daily.  RUN.

Like brushing teeth or getting dressed.  Or fucking waking up.

Five miles in 80+ heat, averages was around 9 per, I think.  Happy I got out, yes, but now I need to be of the conviction that this be habitual, consistent.  DISCIPLINED.  Have structure and time-management endowing it forward.

10:36 and sipping my second water, sparkling.  Only positive Composition.  Anything antithetical, to the side placed.  All memories, erased.

Days like this are more common, since knowing the Nurse.  In fact, they are quite frequent.  It’s that atmosphere, the language and experience we share.  Grateful…

Crazy to think of all the time we spent in the Windsor home, “the poz loft”.  And now, we FINALLY share the roof and all rooms under.

This energy and mood that pervades the home we share and all our scenes is what got me out there to run.  The ENERGY.  Language, how she looks at me… all of it.

Challenging myself to capture it all in one place, this book.  Stop journal jumping—  Sorry, just SELF-to-note, so I scribble a scribble-to-self.  Not making sense maybe but I have to record it.  HERE.