Troy. Used to be married to my friend from the wine world, Melissa. We instantly dove into conversation as we used to, he seeing me waiting for Ditter, “Is that Mike Madigan? Professor Mikey?” Walked over to him, quick shake and hug and into his question.
Photography… bringing camera today to Petaluma. Not my backpack or even journal, just the lens.
Write over on word count for last post. Have to be count-centric but I need to be. For BDX and other efforts.
Your soul takes on the color of your thoughts, Aurelius said. Friend posted this in response to something I posted yesterday or the day before. True. Now minding everything passing the gates in my thinking.
About EVERYTHING… everything positive and loving, healthy and truthful. Some people can’t understand this, they’re merely disabling themselves from doing so. They’re not so much afraid of happiness but in a deformed and devalued opinion of it.
Not letting thoughts go in a certain direction. Latte, breakfast for Dan & Sue – well, Sue mostly as he doesn’t like the Starbucks offerings. Getting up, wallet, leave—