This, Bud, 's for you.
Jen went walking in the morning with Deann. Early. Like, 5:30 am early. The deal is, as it is for mornings I go up to Jikoji, if you plan ahead you can get up and out without awakening the dual demanders. For me this amounts to setting my socks and shoes out in the kitchen and whatever I am wearing in the bathroom. Provided I apply the stealth skills I was "Bourne" with and orchestrate an undetected transition from the mattress to the bathroom and out the bedroom door, I am free to quietly depart. It spares me the obligation of taking the dogs out to pee and feeding them, which significantly fucks with my schedule. That usually works for me. With her, not so much. She sleeps through anything while I am awaked by the same. Anything. Also, the dogs have some crazy-ass Sylvia Brown level psychic connection to her presence. They could both be in the deepest of deep dog dream slumber, paws twitching as muffled woof's are exhaled as puffs of breath while chasing squirrels in fields of golden poppies, yet even if she moved at a glacial speed to sneak away, their feet will touch the floor before hers break from beneath the blankets. Which is how our day began. It allowed me to sleep awhile longer before going with Tommy to have coffee at the Great Beer. We ended up getting into a rather deep conversation about our relationship and the nature of the many challenges we have and have yet to navigate. My position is that things are fundamentally fine and, with time and some distance, will improve. I have concerns and doubts about how things will go when it comes time for him to move out next summer, but Jen and I are going to proactively reinforce it as a plan and an essential necessity. Separately from all of this, Jen's having a bit of a crisis today, coming to grips with anxiety about her career path, job loss, the job market, and what she considers uncertainty. We are in no way at all in a position to not need to work, but we are in enough of a position that we don't have to panic and can actually enjoy a month or three while planning our next gigs. I will certainly find something in 2026. Our afternoon got sidetracked by a decision to move some stuff around in the kitchen and to give Tommy the top pantry spot, as he's the only one who can reach it easily. The other noteworthy highlight tonight was my solo trip to see "My Darling Clementine" and "The Ox Bow Incident" at the Stanford as a part of their Classic Westerns Film Festival. That movie is one of the earliest movies that had a powerful emotional impact on me. I first came across it in my early teens on some random dial stop. It's an intense, well-made character study and exploration of the vigilantism mentality and vengeance. It's been about 50 years since I last saw it, and it still holds up, if not more so, in our political climate and extreme divisions.
🛏️ 7:31 AM ⚖️185.8(+1/-11.5) 👣 9,719(4.4mi) 💪/🏃♂️42min ❤️64(55-123)
Jen went walking in the morning with Deann. Early. Like, 5:30 am early. The deal is, as it is for mornings I go up to Jikoji, if you plan ahead you can get up and out without awakening the dual demanders. For me this amounts to setting my socks and shoes out in the kitchen and whatever I am wearing in the bathroom. Provided I apply the stealth skills I was "Bourne" with and orchestrate an undetected transition from the mattress to the bathroom and out the bedroom door, I am free to quietly depart. It spares me the obligation of taking the dogs out to pee and feeding them, which significantly fucks with my schedule. That usually works for me. With her, not so much. She sleeps through anything while I am awaked by the same. Anything. Also, the dogs have some crazy-ass Sylvia Brown level psychic connection to her presence. They could both be in the deepest of deep dog dream slumber, paws twitching as muffled woof's are exhaled as puffs of breath while chasing squirrels in fields of golden poppies, yet even if she moved at a glacial speed to sneak away, their feet will touch the floor before hers break from beneath the blankets. Which is how our day began. It allowed me to sleep awhile longer before going with Tommy to have coffee at the Great Beer. We ended up getting into a rather deep conversation about our relationship and the nature of the many challenges we have and have yet to navigate. My position is that things are fundamentally fine and, with time and some distance, will improve. I have concerns and doubts about how things will go when it comes time for him to move out next summer, but Jen and I are going to proactively reinforce it as a plan and an essential necessity. Separately from all of this, Jen's having a bit of a crisis today, coming to grips with anxiety about her career path, job loss, the job market, and what she considers uncertainty. We are in no way at all in a position to not need to work, but we are in enough of a position that we don't have to panic and can actually enjoy a month or three while planning our next gigs. I will certainly find something in 2026. Our afternoon got sidetracked by a decision to move some stuff around in the kitchen and to give Tommy the top pantry spot, as he's the only one who can reach it easily. The other noteworthy highlight tonight was my solo trip to see "My Darling Clementine" and "The Ox Bow Incident" at the Stanford as a part of their Classic Westerns Film Festival. That movie is one of the earliest movies that had a powerful emotional impact on me. I first came across it in my early teens on some random dial stop. It's an intense, well-made character study and exploration of the vigilantism mentality and vengeance. It's been about 50 years since I last saw it, and it still holds up, if not more so, in our political climate and extreme divisions.
"Law is a lot more than words you put in a book, or judges or lawyers or sheriffs you hire to carry it out. It's everything people ever have found out about justice and what's right and wrong. It's the very conscience of humanity. There can't be any such thing as civilization unless people have a conscience, because if people touch God anywhere, where is it except through their conscience? And what is anybody's conscience except a little piece of the conscience of all men that ever lived?"
🛏️ 7:31 AM ⚖️185.8(+1/-11.5) 👣 9,719(4.4mi) 💪/🏃♂️42min ❤️64(55-123)