Nurse at work, me getting caught up quick with the SEA, an acronym I might explains later.  And now… time to SELF.  Like I wrote in the book the other day, “AND NOW THAT I’m HERE…”, taking a second for me.  Leaning on gratitude.  And how time wants to move as it does, and here I do the same.  So…

All this overthought… what does it do??

At some point in your life, maybe now, late-ISH 40s, you should.  So, I do.. text the Nurse, because I want to.  Telling this writer to stay here, don’t divert, don’t wander.. follow your own annunciation of Discipline, Consistency, Structure, Time Management.

Guitars next to me, on the wall, probably wondering why I don’t have any music playing.  Good question, friends.

Send the Nurse a thought or two… 11 days.  The book, journal, countdown composition, nearly done.  Sad to see this book end, but WHY??

When married, staring our life in Paris, that’s when the REAL Story starts.  MY attitude and perspective, inner worlds and words and directive, still at times askew.  Working on it.

(9/21/2026)