The orbits of my friendships align at times, and occasionally intersect. Such has been the case over the past few days. Paths crossed while visibility spans from the routine to the rare, all appearing together, in transit within their independent perspectives and trajectories. I spent time with Mark, Kelly, Matt P, Matt, John, Marc, Jess, Johnathan, Alex, Gene and Bobbie from Friday to tonight. Alex's story at lunch about an incident just over a year ago, through which he had almost died. It would have been the same day two members of his family, including his father, had died years before. What may have saved him, the takeaway, is to stay in shape. Alex is 74, a friend of Jess's, whom I got to meet and then be part of a recurring lunch for years. He's got a gift of approachability and a connecting sort of demeanor. He's a handsome man that, like David Backs, I would like to have the good fortune to age as well. Only it's not fortune, it's the outcome of effort. It's a choice. And his physical well-being (beyond almost dying and all) is something he works on constantly. "We're all going to die, "he said, "so it's about the quality of our physical condition and capabilities". I feel inspired to refocus on returning to that state of comfort and confidence. Many of these past few years have focused on the comfort side of embracing change. Tim Urban's "calendar" was a wake up call and a stark reminder to get the fuck to work, write the book. Get that rock rolling. Its 9 o’clock at Disneyland. Reinforce, prioritize and go.. It was a good lunch. Gere and Trish are nearby at her son's house/cat sitting. We met them with Matt B. for pizza from "Rainbow Pizza" in Redwood City that Gen picked up on the way down. What was I saying about health? I'm only at one piece and stopped; I will call that a good compromise. I have the rest of the week clear. Outside of mom's chemo trips and subsequent pretzel exposure, I should be able to stay keto. I'll use the opportunity to walk, read and write.
