i dropped kev off at the airport and told him it would be sooner than 5 years before we got up again. i came home and walked bagel in the rain. it’s only been a week, but time feels longer when you’ve missed someone or something. i’m catching up on my blogs and setting things up for the podcast this week. it feels good to get back to it, and it’ll feel even better when i get it.
pressure bursts pipes, and trust me, the execution of ideas is flowing heavy.
-ratha, 5:42pm, 3.10.18