Safe And Sound At Home Again
...Let The Waters Roar, Jack.

I'm back home in Portland. It always amazes me that so much color and life can be fit into a place that sees the sun so rarely.

The past few weeks have been good to me. I spent some needed time with family in the bay. Then there was a week of hedonism and kittens in Santa Cruz.

I have the best friends ever.

I got home five days ago. They have been filled with reunions and cleaning. My priorities have shifted recently. Sharpened. I'm going through my belongings and tossing a bunch of stuff I've been holding onto because I thought I should have it.

Kibble, someone once called it.

I'm putting in an application to the stagehands union, local 28. (Noah, you can lord it over me when I've actually collected a paycheck from them.)

We had a rare sunny day on Saturday. It was glorious, like a Michelangelo painting in light and time. I spent an enjoyable few hours painting a giant sunflower onto a neighborhood intersection. (See first statement)



I'm feeling about as well balanced as I've ever been. Credit the intersection of hardship, philosophy and love, in that order.