Notes

I’m not allowed to have pets in my apartment, so meet Roscoe, the best and goodest boy there is. He lives in LA with my friends. I hope to see them all again soon.

The best thing about fog is when it lifts.

I’ve been feeling directionless lately, like a boat adrift at sea, but every time I look up at the moon, I feel comforted. Phenology, or paying attention to nature’s rhythms, is a word I learned last year, and it, like the moon, has become my lodestar in troubled times.

I try to be stoic with most things in life, as in, I try to only focus on the things I can actually control, but goddamn, sometimes life just wears me down so much. I was feeling down already this week, but then the universe just piles on more shit and more shit that it feels like the universe is just having a laugh at my expense now.

But what doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger, right?

I prefer coffee but creek water works, too, I guess.

Watching The Plot Against America on HBO almost a month after an attempted coup and after 4 years of a Trump presidency was a traumatic experience. And I couldn’t look away. David Simon knows how to make some great art.

“It can’t happen here? No, it is happening here!”

All bark and no bite makes Mario a nice young man you might want to introduce to your parents one day.

Winter vibes.

Made a detour on my way to work today.

Met some guys who planned a morning of ice fishing. It was 16° out, so I wished them luck.

Took a few photos of the sunrise and the mountains, got back into my Jeep, and drove to work. It was a very lovely morning.

I stopped taking photos, especially macro photos, and that has made me sad. I asked a friend the other day where all the bugs have gone, and she said there are no bugs during winter. So I looked it up on the internet: Where do insects go during winter? Thought this was cool.