I took a bad spill yesterday and split my thumb open. Which means I have an open wound, and can’t swim for a couple of days. Which makes me sad.
Old woman in her little shack, living a quiet life. Everything falling down around her, and she is happy. The good death. That’s the goal.
The meaning of life is living. Showing up for your friends and partner. Petting cats. Writing in the early morning. Leaving the house, and drinking coffee. Swimming. Sharing poems with the world. That’s what you need to do.
Just before my socials went quiet for today, big news went live. I am sad, and angry, and going to be offline, and going to be out in the world being my glorious self, regardless.
I put on a hoodie a couple of days ago and practically swam in it. I didn’t start swimming to lose weight, but it seems that’s been a side benefit. I’ll never be thin, and that’s ok. I can feel comfortable though, and I was getting too big for that.
Watched bits of Lovejoy yesterday. 1980s antiques swindling cad, sexy Ian McShane, acknowledges that it’s a farce and a bit of a laugh. Classic British fun.
Good morning. It is 2026-06-30, and it’s a Tuesday.
Gus gets to sleep in the room now. I switched to the other side of the bed, and am happy to report that it’s pleasant to wake up with his little body climbing me, and the window open.
Piss test for work today. These theatrics we do for respectability. (I’m straight edge now days). Going to drink coffee and get pie at bipartisan after.
New phone on the way. Just in time since apple prices are going WAY up.
Wrote a poem in the notebook, and I think I’m going to do that all week without sharing. Sometimes you have to keep the process quiet so you can be a little braver.
The good life.
Good morning. It is 2026-06-29, and it’s a Monday.
Early morning swim. Then coffee and a book. Then laundry and a movie. The good quiet life again.
5 more weeks of this before the job starts. Enjoy it while you can, Misha Moon.