Too much enjoying things to be writing things.
captainsodium drove me around picking up tools and rebar this morning, and gave me the best gift a boy could want.
He gave me the gift of welding. My first weld with electricity happened today. It was neat. 
He also loaned me a metric fuck tonne of tools, and a natty little mardi-gras bulltamers jacket, in fetching brown suede.
Then I went on a brief but thrilling motorcycle adventure with my chica. No legs were burned, hummous was gathered, and all was well in Jollyville Road. Has anyone seen “Mr. Jolly Lives Next Door”? Surely a classic movie of its type.
Then boxing, to be reminded that “life is a struggle”, especially if you spend a great deal of time practising something that you have no natural aptitude for.
Then quality time getting to know some wonderful peoples. winwin once told me that you can never invest too much time in getting to know people. He’s right. My life is enriched by the opportunity to hang out with these folk.
Yeah, so this is a list of stuff. My heart’s not in writing right now. It’s in living.