Aye,
Trying to get into the writing thing is no so easy . . .

Last night W and me went had a burger, no plan other than that. Maybe walk the dogs, do the book in bed. Instead we watched TV and he downloaded tunes. Not much of a date. So I was mad and I couldn't sleep:

What is it with insomnia? Is the cause emotional, physical, mental? Work passed thru my mind over and over. I calmed when I remembered (repeatedly) the time the elk passed through the campsite or when I was 8 or 9 years old and the dog was luminous. When I thought of those times, I would calm. But then I would bounce back into work world, over and over. Thinking of everything I needed to do, say, avoid, . . .

So this morning, after very little sleep: I'm directed. I know what needs to be done.
Writing
Work
House
Everything else