Turned 35 again

I turned 35 again - not going to let COVID-19 take my time away. This year has been both bombastically crazy and eye-gougingly boring in fits and starts. I’m up later than I usually am just decompressing/listening to the city at night.
Been potty training my kid, too. Zero fun. I’ve been in stressful situations before - even held at knifepoint and shot at- and smoothly talked my way out or at least just handled my shit. Negotiating with a toddler, on the hand, to just wash her tiny grimy marker-stained hands after using a small plastic bowl to “go potty” leaves me shakey, red-eyed and nerve shot after the literal 20th time.

If there wasn’t a lung damaging airborne pandemic going in, I’d be back to the occasional smoke.

I’ve got some great guests coming up in the weeks ahead, really excited.

Later.