Daffodils & Dog Shit - My Boy's First Feature Film, Sleeping in Separate Bedrooms, Podcast Planning

Daffodils:

To my son, who spent last week on the set of his first feature film. He shared the screen with a critically acclaimed actor, and learned some pretty cool cowboy roping techniques behind the scenes. It's been a busy month of acting—I am sincere when I say that he's spent the entire month on set. But I love how he can be so in it when he's at work, and carve out that much needed time to be a kid when the cameras aren't rolling.

To clinical pilates for rebuilding my core. I can tell I'm getting stronger, even though it'll be a long haul yet.

To my dear friend who I'm in the process of recording a leftist podcast with (amongst other things). We wanted to do this way back, but various events in our lives (namely my pregnancy) changed the course of things. It's exciting to get the ball rolling again.

To belated birthday lunches and time spent with friends.

Dog Shit:

To the bleakness of this world. I'll save this one for something more stream-of-consciousness because nothing more really needs to be said here. In any case, my sensitive ass is feeling it.

To sleeping in separate bedrooms. It's the season of life that we're in, but it's a challenge all the same. We're outgrowing our house and have to move my eldest daughter to the downstairs bedroom as the baby is ready to move into her own space. But for reasons beyond our control, it's simply not feasible right now. I'm feeling the hit intimacy wise, and even though it's temporary, I feel slightly resentful about it.

To vehicle repairs. My new van is costing me a lot of money these days. Super annoying. But first world problems, eh?