A warm gun

Steven is taking a nap. I was reading The Shining and am working on Monday's transit article (running out of ideas). He was watching a western, but I've since flipped it to I Love Lucy.

Last night, we had Mongolian BBQ in Pasadena, went to Disneyland, and played 20 Questions while waiting in line for Space Mountain.

This morning we had lox & cream cheese, and read the newspaper over breakfast.

I don't remember the exact date, but I remember that we met on the bridge of August and September, and he's the only one so far who hasn't thrown away my heart.

Our relationship is two years along.

(Happy Anniversary)

Morning

I walked out onto the balcony at about 8:30, looked to my left, and saw the ocean. Bright blue beneath the sky. Temperature was perfect.

I will be out from under this roof in a bit.

I am not to ever get tired of the Pacific, under penalty of disenchantment.