I like to think I can handle the sun in whatever dosage and exposure chance may provide, that it’s a nice-to-have, an elective. Most days, I even believe it. So when I drive home and catch a patch of sun against a building in a way I’ve not seen in a while, I nod and keep it moving.

We thought briefly about movies, swept up, did laundry, moved a few boxes around, then rested and felt the sun shine through our balcony window. Finally we ordered a takeaway from the spot and got snacks from the drugstore. Now I’m marking Sademas with album relistens, as you do.

I’ve fallen out of a Sunday morning habit, and haven’t gotten back to it since Christmas weekend. But I’m still trying to be in Oakland for a few hours, and maybe one other day. At least there was decent sleep to start, bacon and coffee early in and some fun in standard tuning.

It started early with a bunch of vivid dreams and a test, a bit of driving around and a clean-up on the home aisle, a steady build to a successful finish of a long delayed reading assignment and seeing a few folks. Now, to tend to my sore non-throwing arm and get some real rest.

I went to a small class with three other men roughly my age. All of us were there to learn how to use a little gizmo that would track specific information about our health. We listened, looked and asked questions, but didn’t look around at each other. I hope all of us stay well.

I’ve lashed myself to the mast over things this week: health, entertainment of guests, home and hearth duties and, again, work. Things will get done, still be kind of a drag and eventually pay off: that’s what I keep telling myself. There’s non-alcoholic bubbly in it for me too.

Month in, month out, I drag my heels when it comes to reading what I ought and pass up the necessary for the airy distractions of bright, shiny things. When I am going to make a living? Push past these notifications, bend toward the tasks and everything that they ask? Who knows?

We started by wrangling documents and driving, thankfully not far. We were each home and dry before multiple afternoon rounds of rain, wind and hail. Now: looking at numbers from yesterday, trying to remember a letter’s inspiration and readying my usual frantic book club catch-up.

I stopped by the greenway to marvel at last night’s rain before driving over to Richmond’s Iron Triangle to see a guy about a body (mine), tell him what the body’s been up to for the last year (doing nothing unholy, thank you very much) and get good advice on this year’s upgrades.

As I laid in bed last night and listened to rain falling outside, I saw distant lightning flash past, followed by very soft and low rounds of thunder. Reading a blog post this evening, I learned more might show up overnight. I can’t say I miss them much, but they’re nice visitors.