morning-ing journaling

8:57 AM Windsor…. Been a while since I’ve written in this spot on a Saturday.  Emma and Henry up, Jack here later, much later.  Emma with a game, and the day is structured. Latte singing to me.  Didn’t work last night as desired, and I’m more than at peace with it.  Wanted all the time…

Wallet Stillness

Early morning for the Nurse and I.  She needing to be at some conference, committee she’s on, early.  And at a different campus. Me getting home and drafting something I need send later.  Not letting it distract me from writing…. From building.  Singularizing. Coffee on the mind.  The coffee place down the Road and ……

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…

journal……..

8-29-25 WFH today. Couple communications already sent. Yesterday, Construction…. Today, SURVEY. What do I mean by that…. Surveying the scape.  All details, inventorying all actions, where I go and what I do.  This morning coffee with the Nurse and her youngest at Noto, haven’t been in weeks if not months. Talking and realizing the promise…

Key behaviors.  Of a writer.

Poet. Freeness, exploration, self0-education and elevation, creation. Simplicity over complication. When settling in after lunch I’m ablaze and a bit touchy with ideas.  Not settling, not stopping, and not forgetting about myself and MY aims. Further anchoring my Road, what I want to do.  And why not.  One life one opening, the excess concern surround…