Seems like life is everywhere these days, beautiful and tough as fuck and liberating and exhausting. I'm surviving, but I'd rather be living.
Z. helped re-frame everything for me... "Everything is going to be okay. We are good people who try hard with good animals, family and friends who love us and at the end of the day that's all that matters."
He speaks the truth. I spent some time with A., it's the end of a long day, and Charlie is curled up on top of my barefeet, keeping them warm. It really is all that matters.
(A. and I saw bahamas open for Amy Millan, and the more I listen to him, the more I dig it.)