I do it for my health

Blue skies like this mean one thing, I have to be outside.  Makes me think of Larry in Seattle telling me back when I crashed his floor that the reason for him living there was because he could be an artist and work inside and not feel bad because of the weather.

Blue skies there and a mountain shows up, so I know what he means.

I drove to Guernville this funny little valley town minutes from me where the trees surround in their tree-orchestra stadium-seating-way.   You can hear them sing.  Mexico drinks the most soda out of any country in the world, in homage to this after I was done walking all around I stopped at the food truck for carnita tacos $2.50 and a Jarrito for just as much.  Yummmm.

Now I am at the coffee shop, warding off isolation which is the writer's betrayer-friend.  Betraying because you get close to being alone and use it to create but inside of alone is a private blurry line which always gets crossed it turns in to lonely.  That happened yesterday but my town-trip, the sun and tacos and the blue sky, was good remedy for that.

I make friends with everything, so I never have to be alone.

This is discipline, this blog here, same like taking vitamins or sleeping every night I do it for my health.

Busy cafe and sunshine hippie way-outs in Guernville, my triple Americano waiting now it's time to get to work.