Finally

After seventeen straight nights spent in beds that aren’t mine I’m finally on a commercial aircraft that’s making its way to the Bay and as glorious and special and electric as New York City and London are I cannot wait to be reunited with Bevan and our dogs in our cozy little casa in the Castro.

Speaking of Bevan, he flew away for a funeral in Long Beach yesterday morning and won’t be back until tomorrow so I’ve decided that if I land I’m gonna take a Lyft home, cuddle the heck out of Buddy and Ellie, take them to the park, go for a run and put on a face mask to wear while watching A Star Is Born before meeting Ross and Phoebe somewhere swank for dinner.

Then, after I wake tomorrow morning, I’m gonna slow-stroll down the street to my neighborhood coffee spot with a podcast in my ears, order a mammoth iced coffee and sit on a bench outside scoping all my peeps walking by.

Doesn’t that sound like perfection?

I know.

I can’t wait.

P.S. I should note that I am quite grateful for the trip I just took. Not only did I get to spend a lotta time with a lotta people that I adore, it was a nice change of pace to be totally focused on something other than what’s in my head for a spell. So thank you, work job, for tossing me out into the world.

A Sunday Night Journal Entry

This evening Bevan and I made stuffed peppers for dinner and my Grandma Beckman’s special-occasion Cool Whip and sliced fruit dish for dessert while carrying on with one another about big things and small things and nothings as Buddy and Ellie snoozed on the furniture in the living room and the soundtrack from A Star is Born played just above a whisper around us.