peach tree blooming

it remains a miracle

three good things

• watching nyad on a whim and really enjoying it! recommend, highly!
• getting a true date night with ross last night — takeout thai food in alpine and watched unforgiven (i’d never seen it)
• my new migraine prescription?

the grind

oh man i am feeling the grind right now. just relentless grind, feeling so tired and so disappointed in people/the world/the news despite ryan gosling’s joyful “i’m just ken” performance and my new sweater. also our house is great but always a total wreck. frankie snapping at everyone. me maxing out with people. mom constantly sending sad texts. trying to find her a new place. trying to exercise / stretch / eat right / take vitamins / take care of skin. linda’s hemoglobin and platelet levels down. life is just a GRIND. how do you make peace with that. (haikus? opera?)

hate to say this but

i am vibing on daphne javitch’s instagram

our life’s work

watched all of us strangers last night, liked it, love andrew scott, but what i really liked was this quote from the ny times review of it:

“I’ve always felt like a stranger in my own family,” Harry tells Adam, and once I was able to stop intellectualizing “All of Us Strangers,” the line hit me like a ton of bricks. I think it’s a sentiment more common than most of us admit, even to ourselves, even when we are surrounded by people who love us. We are, we know, strangers in our families and in our lives and our cities and our own bodies, and our life’s work is to move from the strange to something approaching the familiar.

JUST WONDERFUL NONSENSE

a few good things

• basketball, of course
• some kinds of incense
• i’m sorry i’m an old person but jon stewart back on the daily show!!!
• ultimately i did like the fourth season of true detective QUITE a lot despite the extreme ethical violations

one bad thing:

• MY MUSTACHE

ughhhh biscotti

one of my staff members bought biscotti for our coffee fridays (love it) but let me tell you a hard (biscotti) truth, i strongly dislike biscotti, and yet am addicted to eating it (if it’s around). i must have eaten 20 biscotti over the last two weeks AGAINST MY WILL but also by my will. too crunchy, too crumbly, too strange a flavor, is there anyone on this planet that actually CRAVES biscotti? the answer is (mais) no

why not trust that almost everyone, even in his own house, is a troubled guest?

a real weekend

first of all, i love weekends. also honestly i’d be 100% content to just chill all the time, i know no one believes it but it’s real. second, i am finishing watching true detective season 4 and i was kind of vibing on the atmosphere, but this last episode is A BIT HECTIC. also i hate it when everyone is guilty and hiding things and it all just becomes a giant ethical trash can. but anyway, yesterday i stayed in bed ALL DAY and read book lovers (p good for a romance novel? hate to put it that way but you know what i mean) (the beginning was pretty great) AND watched one episode of true detective AND lots of brooklyn 99s AND napped AND watched basketball AND saw no people AND ate an ice cream cone for dinner and basically it was dope. third, i was SO spicy (i.e., GROUCHY, SELF-RIGHTEOUS, ETC) on friday and maybe even thursday and a little bit even today and i apologize to the world.