Grateful for all the texts I haven’t responded to yet, fage, mellow work day, emotional intelligence, comfort level high.

12:30 a.m.

Ten months since Eddie’s passing. !. Time has been flying. Healing is happening. Today at the cemetery I talked to a very nice man who lost his beautiful 21-year-old son eight years ago. I could tell his grief journey is different than mine even though both of ours are grounded in love. I can’t say what the differences are—because I really don’t know—all I know is mine is beautiful and I’m being guided. One thing he told me is that he is praying for a miracle; I am not. I told him to keep believing.

grateful for wu-tang, blueberries, sore muscles, antibiotic ear drops, short work week, my brain, territory, and all the sweetness.

2:54 a.m.

been having some very nice days. mostly because work has finally slowed down and I was able to log off early enough to enjoy Baseball, beer, hot weather.

I did some balance training exercises because my ankles felt too wobbly to ride a skateboard. Balance is like pto…use it or lose it. Today we hopped on our boards and cruised downtown. We skated for food and beer. Ghost sando and white ale in the shade. Best way to enjoy a half-day. It was cute too.

Grateful for foot and calf massages, e-bike rides, taking work off, naps, far bar, Pluto tv, and kindred spirits.

3:00 a.m.

Spent my mom’s birthday weekend with family. I felt so relaxed and happy and I slept so much. Also met jimmy and Steph’s new dog (tony), picked up a strawberry shortcake, ate a filet, and discussed wedding plans with two different brides. Love and stuff is in the air.

Grateful for diet sabotage, fur babies, high alcohol tolerance (happy Father’s Day), spam, Air drop, my favorite people.

1:42 a.m.

Seems like things won’t be getting back to normal around here for a while. But at least it’s quiet. Curfew for adult citizens is still weird to me but it’s nice to stay in.

Thinking about the 2020 covid lockdown. I loved it so much and because of the timing Of it all I knew the universe loved me. I missed eddie a lot this week.

in other news, I will be making tiramisu for my mom’s birthday. But don’t tell her, It’s a surprise.

My stomach just made a funny, spiral noise that sounded a lot like the intro guitar to “what difference does it make.” Does that count as talent.

grateful for Bristol farms, memories, self-confidence, balance exercises, crow babies, Friday, freelancers, Tito’s, Chinese women, and not being the struggling guy.

1:01 a.m.

Turning out to be a rough year for the city of la. Been holed-up inside and staying out the way of Anti-ice protests in my dtla hood. A lot of anger and frustration on my block. makes sense, but the graffiti is wack.

I was safe and All is quiet now. No choppers, booms, or sirens. Niko looks relaxed. Are you asleep in bed, mayor bass?

In other news, we’ve been watching “chips” (*lowercase i*). The show still holds up!

grateful for the real deal, light weights, good decision making, working, shelf building, fresh vegetables, cuddles, June birthdays, sacred life.

1:12 a.m.