Day 614: ‘Merica, fuck yeah

Day 614: ‘Merica, fuck yeah

Happy Birthday America. The stars and stripes turned…239 today…I think. 1776, right? That’s when we signed the Declaration of Independence? Or was it 1492 when Columbus sailed the ocean blue? All those kid-facts, rattling around in our...
Day 613: A high watermark

Day 613: A high watermark

Man…I freaking *crushed* today. Crushed it. Like, imagine I was really, really huge, super large like a giant, and today was a tiny little mini marshmellow and I came over and fell on it. And it was a super warm day, too, so the mini marshmellow was already...
Day 612: Turning a corner

Day 612: Turning a corner

First off…today is July 2, 2015. My late younger brother Russell was born on July 2, 1989, and he died on September 19, 2006. He would have been 26 today, having a quarter life crises, struggling perhaps to find a job after college…it’s just very...
Day 611: Sleep, Data

Day 611: Sleep, Data

Artwork tonight from John Berkey. Rest. I was pretty bushwhacked today, and I still feel pretty bushwhacked to be honest, if only because I love the term bushwhacked. It just sounds nice. And robust. Robust is another fun word. Cooper and Coco are sleeping down...
Day 610: These fingers…

Day 610: These fingers…

They are tired. Today was exactly what I wanted it to be. I rocked it. I still fell *just* shy of my goal…but to be fair, my goal was extremely, extremely ambitious. I have 3 1/2 minutes left to stretch over tomorrow and the next day. Not too bad, eh? Not too...