Between Stephanie leaving, and Angie showing up at 4:30. A bliissful hour of privacy. I’m listening to Bob Dylan. I’m really trying to make better use of my Apple Music subscription. Like I’m trying to make fuller use of my Apple Watch.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.