But there is always time for a walk with people I adore.

Life is good. Ducks are in rows. I have almost no complaints.

The Berrics in the Wall Street Journal.

This is my fourth wall in as many months. Jason King, professional muralist.

View from our floor room at the W San Francisco.

I had a very nice birthday.  Thanks to all for the wishes and dinners.  Thanks to one for the massage, dinners, hotel room, umm, et. al.

Part of moving out consisted of watching my friend Danny paint over my living room wall.  A wall I really liked.  But it’s hard to get your deposit back when your wall has the word “fuck” painted on it.  Twice.

Bigger and better walls soon.  Perhaps Century Gothic?

I really don’t care.  Just counting the days until mid-March.

When happiness begins.

Oh, and I’m trying to update more.

So.  Strange week.  Long story short.  Got into it with my landlord.  No longer living in the place.  Found a new place.  It has a pool.

In the meantime, I am staying with Reda for a few days.  Currently, Ilan Hall and his dog are also staying here.  Bachelor flop house.  Ilan made steak and it was delicious.  Valerie sent me chocolate and it too was delicious.  And now I’m drinking a Modelo.  Delicious.

Only 3 more nights of couch surfing, a lifestyle (and a term) I’m not too fond of.

Going north for Valentine’s and my birthday.  I really need it.  Really, really.

Oh, and I’m designing Ilan’s new restaurant.

Hard boiled eggs and new addresses. Funny, nice day.

Box faster.

I’m 35 really soon.

What does my horoscope say?