Shit long day at work and came home to a dearth of Walshes. They left to the wonders of the road. Kerouac and Kesey and Cassady and Forrest Gump without the running.

Work wore me out, only because while I’m great at meeting planning it’s partially a product of my utter neuroses. I worry about details and shit gets done. But, man oh man you worry too much and it tuckers you the fuck out.

But, love is good friends visiting my good life with my great guy. Humor is where they left their thank you note.