The morning started off well: Good coffee and time with Jen. We punted plans to return to Natural Bridges to see the Monarch Butterflies so she could work on the closets and I on the garage. Great progress was made on both. However the level of irritation I've been feeling lately reached a breaking point. But the person that broke was Jennifer, not me. Between the loss of Scottie and my lamenting a certain person's lack of gratitude and respect finally got to her. We were going to work out, but instead, we took a drive over to Santa Cruz. We watched the sunset. It was a way for me to reassess the crap I was letting get in the way of enjoying our life. There's enough grief and emptiness in the house without me making it worse. It doesn't hel. It doesn't change anything. It's just wasted energy that does harm. After the sunset we went to Food Talk, a bar & burger joint in downtown Santa Cruz. Their door is actually a bookcase, with actual books. The burger was great. Back home, I took Lucky for a training walk after dropping the Tesl. He did very well, with some motivation. I brought treats.
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