Missing my dad (and feeling extra old) on what would have been his 100th birthday.
Last photo op with Irma before departing San Francisco for good. If I look bleary it’s because the ex and I had stayed up all night watching our moving pod to make sure it didn’t get broken into before the truck came for it. We were lucky. The worst thing that happened was someone peeing on it. Ah, the old neighborhood.
Dinner at Rocco’s later with Dan, Jamie, and Eugene.
Twenty years? Really? Damn…
Pittsburgh and I have a pecial relationship. Pittsburgh knows that we can’t be together full-time for several reasons, but it still understands that I love it more than the others.
Pictures from my most recent conjugal visit (includes Uniontown and Youngstown)
I’m as terrified as any rational American should be right now.
I just don’t have anything constructive to add to the conversation.
Maybe I’ll think of something tonight when I (once again) wake up in the middle of the night and can’t get back to sleep.
