Cooking stinky foods. Enjoying some last moments of peace. Talked to Mom.

Mom rubbed off some Zen on me. I might have rubbed off some worries on her though she didn’t show it much. If I were her I’d probably act the same, stay cool on the outside yet make all kinds of plans on the inside to protect her little baby.

Watching some gruesome tv to put my life back into perspective.

One can’t decide to be born but I hit the jackpot jackpot being born in a place and time that, fortunately, can afford peace and dreams.

And so I’ll just keep dreaming.