As he says, I'm acutely aware of the moon. Ya, so?
Yesterday was a morning temper tantrum of staplers that didn't function, today one over a parking situation. While yesterday I managed to find a 4hr after some circling, today I didn't and ended up in the parking garage. Took the shuttle. Felt like a lame ass lazy pansy floof for it. Then had to pay $7 fucking dollars to get out. But that's all Friday the 13th had in store for me.
Home early to let the dog out before taking LA to get his car from St R, but then to my surprise next I knew he was cooking a steak (OMG good too) before we left. We started laying out chapters for a cookbook I'd write: bananas, nuts, grapes, wood, bone, kilt. Still working on the layout I guess?
I'd promised him Meskerem some night, so even though I was tired (didn't get to bed until this morning after the ride) and knew I'd be sick for it, we went. Combo platter, delish. As I type this up the next day, still kinda queasy but worth it. Then gelato, then a plan to fix my broken pubis with long deep hard screws at just the right angle. Fell right out of the tree, we did.
Had a butterfly eclose this morning, but died, similar to two others that died before their wings could inflate.
And an apogee full moon tonight. As we sat on Grand with Gelato, I watched it climb into the south. Bright, quiet, calm.
I was still awake at full moon time 11:35pm, thinking about M, habits, progress, fall backs, forwards, and life.
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