1:44 PM.  Kids inside with me, well over fucking 90 outside.

Taking time to write in the DECIDED project. Life is good, I messaged the Nurse.  And it is.  I can only credit her with most if not all of it.  Not thinking, after his morning’s MeMeeting. The deliberation is a stall.  Not sure a tactic but habit I cut like excessively long hair. Hear the…