No more no less. No more no less. I'm reading High and Rising about De La Soul and thinking about the record store years. What a career. Funny to think of life as a career. I used to get drunk and shimmy and surf on top of the compact disc bins. That was me in there you may have seen after hours as you walked by on the way home or to the bar. R. was in grad school. I want to make a list of jobs. And here we are. When we met I was dogwalking, and R. was on sabbatical. Things that happened fell behind like wake until R. So here we are, and everything that happened got us who and where we are. It's so funny to celebrate just being here.