Fairfield, CA.

Peet’s Coffee.

Music, something either early 2000s or late 90s.  Corny pop song, like one you’d hear when the credits roll in a teeny movie.  Not sure why I’m giving it attention, but the first detail to note, and more less-than-enjoyable tracks in my second Peet’s of the day.  Bad music in Vacaville too.  The Nurse and I had our laughs with it.

We made dinner last night, on the grill… veggies and steak, paired with a North Coast Cab from BR Cohn.  We listened to music and joked about possible wedding songs.  We danced and laughed, celebrated our freedom collectively and singularly, and acknowledge vocally how happy we are, and with not a drop of fucking apology.

HAPPINESS.  Imagine that…

Look into it.

08:21

Keep writing.  And posting everything to BDX…  On pic this morning of dog Oliver and cat Figgy by the glass door, wanting out before we leave.  Part of the morning “routine”. And we do have a routine, not sure why I put it in quotes.

Passport appointment made.  Drawing the rest of my life and now how I ‘want’ it to materialize, but how it fucking will.  And.It.Fucking.WILL.