coco 🍰 + comfort streaming + cherry-limeade

+ i almost hit a homer on my bday

square one.

I’ve been writing, and in edits, and giving notes on a documentary. All of which has been stressful and time-consuming and draining.

It has also been my birthday. For that, I was in the desert with my family poaching myself in a pool while the sun beat down on us at 106 degrees. Those days and nights gave me life. I’m more brown, and mo’ better.

We went mini-golfing (at night, when it was like 99 degrees). Before that, I got in a batting cage and hit a few (balls and strikes coming at me 40mph). I wore a helmet with protective facial gear. When I made contact with a pitch, it vibrated through my thumb, tip to wrist. Shook it off. I felt wildly out of shape. But got through it, feeling good, feeling my eyes coordinating with my hands. Feeling like it’s still possible to hit one out of the park.

Thanks, Boomers (a lovely recreational establishment). That tall strawberry-lemonade Icee got me through the sportiness…