• 1937’s The Awful Truth is great. It’s the film that turned Archie Leach into Cary Grant.
• My whole closet fell on me and I’m banged up but fine. Even my fingers hurt.
• Rafael and I pulled a two day zoom convention of work. I hope we put the show together because I really do like working with him.
• Caithlin and I went for a walk and talk around the park with warm drinks.
• We met back up with Rafael and the rosca at my place and Ubered it to his where Charles was chilling. I brought Abuelita hot chocolate and marshmallows (and tortillas for Rafael).
• We talked traditions, King Herod, the three stars in Orion’s Belt, blah blah blah. Rafael and Caithlin both found babies in their pieces of bread so they will be making/purchasing tamales.
• Caithlin and I went out for Israeli food. The falafel, especially the roasted eggplant, was phenomenal. And the Guatemalan guy there gave us samples of foods to try. I gave him the rest of my rosca.
• More walking, over five miles in total, back home.
Really lovely. Productive. Fulfilling. Invigorating. Wholesome.
I’ve been downing pain meds all day. Tomorrow I have to put together a CV, fill out LLC formation docs, and draft a participation waiver.
This is what I love doing. This is what makes me smile.