The joy of seeing friends you have not been with since before the world turned upside down. The joy of a room full of love and laughter. The joy of how much has changed and how much is exactly the same.

The joy of reinvention and rebirth.

The joy of love never dying.

That joy may sustain you.

Damn, it's hard to work a day job during the fall of America.

What's the fucking point?

"Is green chile stew okay for dinner again?" I ask anxiously, as I have made big batches of the spicy stew twice this month.

"Of Course," my little, wizened Papa says.

"You sure you aren't tired of it?"

"I don't think people tire of green chile stew." He says, full of earnest desire.

Hogfather by Terry Pratchett

For my first post on bluesky I would like to tell you about the incredibly unexpected birthday treat of sharing a sauna with a VERY FAMOUS actor who I look up to immensely. We didnt speak, and I shall not say who it was but going forward I will always know that person has seen me naked.