I moved my morning journaling outside to the front porch. It’s 66° and I can almost smell the rain but not quite. I have a slight breeze hitting my left cheek. I’ve got my Peanuts coffee cup in hand Charlie Brown was my go to comic growing up I’m surprised the big haired Christian ladies in Texas haven’t tried to ban it because of Peppermint Patty’s possible prepubescent lesbian representation.

Unintended alliteration.

It feels really good out here I feel like I haven’t sat still outdoors in months. Wife and I spent the evening soaking up the spring air out here last night. Porch is cozy. A little too close to the road but life could be worse I could be staring directly at some faded confederate flags.

We bought our daughter tickets to see Alabama this Friday at the big local venue I can’t recall its name it always seems to have another sponsor attached but that may just be me. Daughter has a little bit of old soul in her when it comes to music I’m sure her father being old as shit and a lover of music and mother being an Alabama redneck makes for quite the combo. I bought her an Alabama greatest hits vinyl to get her revved up. She played it most of the morning last week.

She surprised me yesterday with a quick visit to the deli on the way to get her hair done for the concert tomorrow. I made sure to tell her how beautiful she looked after her hair appointment

Parenthood is the best blessing in the world. I told my associate at work how indescribable it is to watch something you helped make grow into a flower of a woman.

*wipes tear

Heading to the coast for a couple of days after work Saturday. Beach always brings my family together and man I’m just coasting until Saturday. I’ve been quite the hermit the last 4 months and I can feel my cocoon splitting open. Hence why I’m outside right now.

I’ve got 432 hertz roaming in my ears. My minute heart rate is probably 50 beats max. I’m on easy peezy street. Simplicity. This is what life is for.

Man that breeze feels amazing.

My hood walks their dogs around 8pm so I got to meet a small handful of folk last night. Talked to Jess about having a little gathering at our home for a meet and greet. Yeah I actually said that.

I shook off my hertz for some ELO. I’ve been on an ELO kick lately. I put some essentials on while I walk to downtown on Sundays. Music is like memory tape. Even though ELO has been in my life since I was a nose picking 6 year old it didn’t really click until recently and now when I listen to them it takes me on my recent walks downtown instead of Belle Meade in the 70s. I keep telling myself to write more about that era. I’ve been on a long piece about my parent’s apartment post Belle Meade.

Mr. Blue Sky is amazing

I reckon my coffee gets a tad chilly out here.

Front porch yelp-

Cozy atmosphere ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Music ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Seating ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (this wicker chair is odd)

Coffee ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (doesn’t stay hot)

Management ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (dumpy appearance)

I had someone leave a great review with only 4 stars instead of 5 and I immediately thought she probably hasn’t had an orgasm in 6 years.

Sorry old Chad popped his head out to say hi.

Speaking of old Chad I ramped up my workout routine I sort of miss the savage part of me that started to slip away like a leaky testosterone faucet.

Bottom line – With my mouth I need bigger muscles. Also my daughter is at the dating age 🔪

Took my ass to the gym yesterday and did some Belgian waffle squats (I know what they’re really called sit down) lunges, TRX rope jumps and then some 60 yard sprints. I might’ve pushed a sled I can’t recall. After work I took my mountain bike out for a spin first time this year.

Am I authoring my amazing workout routine?

No

My legs feel like a bag of smashed assholes.

I gave myself three weeks to acclimate back to the gym life. Should’ve stretched it out one more week.

My neighbor just pulled in. Looks like he’s already done the gym thing this morning. Rock on brother I can’t get out of this low profile wicker chair. I may plead for help.

“It’s a livin thing. What a terrible thing to lose” 🎶 (mobility reference)

I don’t think I have any boxes scheduled today and I’m unbothered. Honestly I could walk up to a burning brick and mortar at 219 w Antrim Drive suite A and I’d just drive back home. I’m slowly evolving into the Big Lebowski sans White Russians. I also don’t drive around smoking jays but sounds amazing. I haven’t held a cocktail glass in 1166 days.

*healthy sigh

Man my legs hurt but I feel good today.

“Hello how are you? Have you been alright through those lonely, lonely, lonely nights?” 🎶

I fucking love this band.

Peace. ☮️