Good morning. It is 2026-05-08, and it’s a Friday.
Sitting in the cockpit right now. It’s the little spot on my desk that is reserved for writing. The blackbook, a whiteboard with a small tear away calendar (for tracking the number of days in a row that I write a poem), a small stack of books, two pen jars, and some little plastic bins for stickers, sticky notes, and a tarot deck. Enough room for a coffee cup, and then you’re ready to rock.
Yesterday, river time with friends. Erin and Eleanor. Out on a blanket. Living a beautiful life.
Still at war with Iran. Still out of work. Still wondering if any of this is going to matter. But I’m typing at a little machine that automatically saves my words, shows me the random wisdom I have gathered, and I am going swimming soon, and I’m about to drink really good coffee. I think life is really good right now if the anxiety wasn’t there.
Note to self: if dropbox glitches on linux, just quit it and re open. Again, turning it off and back on is 90% of tech support.
mrawr. -Gus every morning
Later: didn’t get the job that I think I would have been good at. Sigh. May and I’m still not working. Terrifying.
Currently decluttering the side table. I need to do the things that will fix it. Jade knows this. I know this.
As I was driving out of Foster, there was a woman mostly naked in traffic, screaming, and bleeding. She was sitting on the pile of all her belongings in the turn lane of Foster and Glisan. I watched as she smeared her blood on someone’s passenger door as they drove by. I am closer to her as I’ve been in a long time. I didn’t stop. Instead, I drove somewhere to eat a Reuben.