I love gifts until I become attached to them and am forced to confront theirs and my own eventual decay
Falling all around
Got poked by a thorn on this, the day of our friend’s birth
58 is the new 57.75
Calling my mom a sexagenarian seems weird, but it’s not entirely wrong
1-16-21 I’m writing this one in the dark in bed, at a point so late that time doesn’t even matter. I’m lucky enough to have a job that I work Monday through Friday so that means I wring every minute out of the weekend I can because I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
2/13/20 Today was my mom’s birthday. She turned 60. She’s over twice my age. That’s always weird to think about. At one point in my life she was 35 times my age. What an odd idea—age difference remaining the same, but age ratio changing greatly over a lifetime.