Overslept. I knew I should have checked the phone.

But I have to have celery juice this morning because I can feel it—the difference in not having it.

I use the Apple maps and it wants to take me down Camino Diablo which I’m not that upset about because I could use a change of scenery.

One coyote. Two coyote. Is the medicine different when they’re dead?

Graciously persistent. - Seth Godin

Man, look at all this light.

The day moves quickly, mostly because I’m doing the things that I don’t always do. The learning something new, remembering the little bits that I do know and applying it to the problems—this is good.

He’s here to do the walk-through and it dawns on me again that we will be here for another year. I can’t decide if it feels like a trap or if it feels grounding. Does it even matter? It just is what it is.

It’s just never as good as I want it to be.

“Trauma or no trauma, many Black bodies don’t feel settled around white ones, for reason that are all too obvious: the long, brutal history of enslavement and subjugation; racial profiling (and occasionally murder) by police; stand-your-ground laws and the exoneration of folks such as George Zimmerman (who shot Trayvon Martin), Tim Loehmann (who shot Tamir Rice), and Roy Bryant and J.W. Milam (who murdered Emmett Till); outright targeted aggression; and the habitual grind of everyday disregard, discrimination, institutional disrespect, over-policing, over-sentencing, and micro-aggressions.” - My Grandmother’s Hands