50 days till Alter…. 10 days into the 60 LAB.

In office, what next.  Tonight in Sonoma County for a little concert thing in Windsor, then… back here in the morning, then back to Sonoma County.  Movement, movement, movement.  Love it.  What keeps the machine a machine, and ME a machine.

I’m calm now, after the run.  Wind still out there, can hear it from this chair.  Door open, from the corner of my left eye see sun reflection off the front patio’s tiles.

PEACE, in EVERYTHING.

Nothing antithetical can affect me, no matter what they do.  I’m sure of the at now.

In the playbook, there is a volume of dismissal.  Justified dismissal.  More on that later, but I’m just moving on, not sticking my head in the sand, or ignoring, just caring for SELF, and moving the fuck on.  Such simple math, and a linear way of dealing with humans that are galactically insignificant.