When I first wrote the date, I wrote 11/21.  Yes, because this year and month and all of time is going by that fucking fast.

10:22, working at home, and already through much of what’s for today slated.

Nurse at work, feels like it’s going to rain, and I’m trying to bring myself to a runner’s mind.

Five miles, I need it.  Hungry, but do I break fast??  Yes… you need to fucking run.  Go get a bite of something, Mikey.

……..

13:44.  Ran, and walked.  Over 5 miles, en tout.  Not fond anymore of running or working out in the afternoon.  I HAVE to get it checked in earlier and harshest of AM hours, from here on.

Text wife, she’s busy at work, her first day back in weeks.  Thinking of our Story, from the first date till now.  #NURSEANDPROFESSORVIBEZ, I always tag it.  From Novato, to the first Sunriver trip, Catalina, the wedding and Paris and now back home, the other night coming home to her for the first time as her husband.

Not paying attention to time, just the time with her.  What she writes me, her words, the intentions and love behind and about her words.  She messages me now…

The honeymoon won’t stop.  Not allowed to.  That’s my aim, the Story I’m writing.  For us…

For HER.