glad it was sunny and we swam twice mister yesterday today is dark and i got to make guacamole and go to a little family reunion up north. life is a story after all we are compelled to read and translate and live and comprehend all while it is unfolding and yet our limbic mind is still shaped early before three years old so fast below conscious level below language. day to day, life is sunny and dire. we rise every morning we rise.