recall senses sadly to light the way gladly

. . . young tower is drunk!!

i genuinely don’t need or want anything new in my life. i just want to hold on to what i already got

mccune’s fridge

TODAY IS THE BIRTHDAY OF SOME FINE INDIVIDUALS I AM EVER-SO-FORTUNATE TO KNOW . . .

. . . and last but certainly not least:

:,)

LAST NIGHT . . .

Alayna and I got dinner by Lake Merritt and then headed to the nearby rose garden. I had been to the one in Berkeley about a million times, but never to this one. It was warm and breezy the sky was cloudless and full of stars. We walked down the paths there beneath yellow street lamps and all through the darkness of the place. Alayna mentioned a cat named Sake lived nearby and that Sake sometimes visited her. As if summoned, Sake showed up thirty seconds later and stayed with us for the next hour or so as we wandered around . . . at one point when we were sitting on a park bench, Sake even coiled up on my lap.

Eventually we said good-bye to Sake and headed back to Alayna’s place to watch PAPER MOON, spoke a little in the dark, and then promptly fell asleep.

NOW . . .

I am alone in Alayna’s beautiful house in Oakland. While Alayna has been toiling in Berkeley, I have carried on as a bum, as is my wont. I slept till noon and have since spent the entire day reading and writing and exercising and drinking gallons of tea. I also took a real nice shower a bit ago . . .

Tomorrow is my good friend Emma’s birthday (as well as several other important people in my life!) . . . so now that the UV index has hit 1, I’m going to take a bus to Berkeley to see her. I have absolutely no idea what happens to me after that. This seems to be an inescapable problem in my life . . .

Weeks before he died, Percy Shelley told his wife Mary that he had encountered his own doppelgänger, who had asked him, “How long do you mean to be content?”

ugh LOL