Dear Diary


Dear Diary, What a pretty day this is. I'm thankful to be alive. I have good friends and endless cups of tea. I feel like sleep is helping me regain sanity. It is cacoon time and that's where I'll stay. The ocean is alive and the waves are swelling in anticipation of moon changes and gravity. I sing the body electric and Walt Whitman doesn't mind at all. I need to store my energy for Northern California. Tacos, movies, music and clean socks. Reload and restock and fire away. Ahhhhh Monday. It ain't so bad. We could be pushing up the daisies. Looking forward to Tuesday, Steve