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Monday December 15th, 2025 09:37 At the desk.  Working on the Report Card project, part of the 30/60/90 for the Sales Teams.  Going into new year, which in my thoughts has already got off the ground, I hold myself to simple markers.  Could be as simple as, “Get up from the chair once today, go…

A day of ME.

That’s what I’m promising. Appropriate precursor for the new year. Finally at the desk after making a second pass at Peet’s.  Just a small coffee.  Now here, meditative.  Not expecting anything.  Just intaking the morning and this room. Building my fortitude, or compiling character in a way I never have.  I can see myself changing. …

Trying to write more poetry.  And honestly….

Only that.  In verse.  No long paragraphs and no conventional structure. What’s tattooed on both forearms?? VERSE.  No prose.  So… Here I fly, new throws, boat rowed. 15:39 and needed new modes.  From the stage, the theatre that for some reason refuses to halt, or breathe, so that needs to be me— Survivalist, my attention…

pages……..

12-10-25 In office. Quiet. 08:05… Training at 09:00.  Settling in.  Hearing people walk in, that little beep at the door from the badge swipe. Leading SELF, self-care, making self happy, the dominant idea on the drive over.  Still tired but coffee helping. How to approach training differently today.  Started page, dated it….  First word written,…

12-8-25

Back from Munich trip and I am alive and hungry and energetic, writing ideas down like a Tasmanian Devil-Writer since stepping into this office. Well, really since I left bed at 05:45. Nurse home sick, me checking on her as much as I can.  Probably annoying her but when I love I love hard.  She…

Munich, Germany …..

First full day. Well, kind of. I think. time lost its relevance a day ago, or two. Again, with the I guess you’d call it jet lag it’s hard to tell. But starting with this morning the Nurse and I wake at 03 something Munich time. We walk across the street to the transit center…