Day 3 and well, I’m still trying my best to create new habits, like blogging every day. Fuck man, I’m always cutting it close, but somehow still managing to get ‘er done. A lot has been on my mind lately. I’m more emotional than usual. For example, I watched some video recently on social about a surfer dude and his 19 y/o Remy lookalike dog. The dog passed away, and you could see, the guy grieved for a long while. Goddamn, his dog looked a lot like Remby! I miss my little Bembo.

In other news, J has been unhappy with his profession/work/career for many months now. We are making changes, but the cycle always feels so reactionary after so much damage has already been done. Meanwhile, I fell off the health kick a while back. Now I’m on some insane snacking rampage, and my pants are getting tight. I’m not in utter despair or anything. I realize the situation isn’t dire, but shit man. Those goddamn Combos and Girl Scout Cookies. I was never much of a junk food person, but now, I get cravings. Just like the snack producers planned I suppose. Whatever. In due time, I’ll wean off and get back to normalcy. It’s just an example though where I feel like control is slipping away, some bizarre indicator of more rough waters ahead. Ah well, come what may. Probably a good exercise for me in coping and tolerance.