Good morning. It’s 2026-04-05, and it’s a Tuesday.
Cinco de mayo and taco tuesday on the same day. Gay tacos is going to be BUSY tonight.
Just back from the pool. Went early so I could meet a dear friend for coffee, but she isn’t feeling well today, so I’m at the writing desk instead. During my swim the line “Does he sense how the stardust of transition sparks my flesh” popped in, and it deserves a better poem than what I wrote. I’ll try again later in the notebook.
Chatting with my friend K about Frank Herbert and the Bulterian Jihad. Revealed to her that Herbert wrote a book about personal computing. We contain multitudes.
Spent another hour this morning looking at notebook covers. Listen: I already have the perfect wallet/notebook/pen/ebook hybrid. I don’t need another fucking notebook cover.
But it’s sooo pretty.