Listen to the sound of life Drink deep of the day

 Here is a whirlwind recap of the last couple of weeks:

You know, I almost got rid of this one, but saved it at the last minute!

 

Feeling very raw lately, and have gone back into comfort zones. I started listening to The Smiths again. I hate Morrissey as much as everyone else, but The Smiths were special. Plus, this is music I already own and have for decades and he gets no money from this.

My niece drew me the cover of my vaporwave album. Kidding! (maybe)

The sun has returned. I was never one of those people who experienced seasonal depression until Covid messed up all of the trains and transit systems and now everything takes so much longer.

Sweet little notes from my niece and nephew.

Okay, these are farther back in March, but worth sharing.

I got this in March for Self-Injury Awareness Month.

I love this coord. 

Beatrice is way over all of our shit.

My mornings consist mostly of fog and listening to The Smiths.

Sometimes she cuddles me again, but since she has claimed the entire couch for herself, she rarely wants to do this and give up her spot.

Friday was a lousy day, but these photos were magic.

On Sunday, we went and saw my friends Julie and Jason play at the Fairmont Hotel!

We love you, Tony.

They got multiple standing ovations!

This blurry photo is my internal screaming right now.

Me and my Smiths-listening to otome-kei twee nonsense.

This morning the Bimbo truck was blocking the damn bus stop.

I should have the very least of have gotten free pan dulce for my troubles!!!

My coord is cute, and I am trying to tell myself that looking cute is about 65% the success of my day.