San Jose, California: Local man reports everything is fine. “Today we had French toast and bacon.”
Meanwhile, across the country and around the world, lots of people did not get any French toast or bacon, among other distressing news.
You know what? Fuck all that depressing shit. Life is already plenty hard enough without reminiscing about all the terrible times we suffer through every day.
Let’s just take a moment to be thankful for whatever moment of peace we can get – and if you can get some French toast and bacon, you should totally get it. Whatever time of day, any day of the week, French toast is fucking great.
Neighborhood Watch
I went for a walk this afternoon, it was sunny and about 67(F) with a light occasional breeze.
There were families at the community center, laughing children playing on the swings and slides. Old people and young people walked around the pond, ducks and a plague of ground squirrels swarmed all around – fat and happy.
Following Penitencia Creek eastward, I get to the recharge ponds and take a minute to enjoy the moment.

I’d like to say I got a lot more accomplished today, but here we are at the end of the day with more memories than artifacts to share. I’m not complaining, BTW.
Whatever was necessary obviously happened, and the rest is all incidental. Gratitude flows though all of it.
Here’s to one more day of the good life. Love the ones you got, and help them be their best. Tomorrow might bring rain, but it also might bring French toast and bacon…
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