Labor Day.  But working and I wouldn’t do anything else.

Steaming coffee beside an Explorations notebook, pen, and compass drawing

New site ideas, and new creative dimensions and special spheres landed upon.  Feels like a, I don’t know, gift from the Story itself.

Windy in VV, Nurse at work, me at the desk and leaving to get her in about 30, I’d guess…

More stories in the otherwise commonplace, what people would look at and not give too many thoughts, much less concern or genuine interest.

The journal, trapped ideas and possibilities.  Thinking like a small business owner.  My mind jus yesterday clicked and switched and flipped a bit.  Not sure how to word, just documenting here that I noticed it and am acting.

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