Well friends, I’m 38 years old today, waiting on an MRI next week to determine the extent of major knee trauma from a (nother) horrific soccer injury. I’m preparing these weeks to send work to Los Angeles for Miami and happy about what’s going on in the studio. I’m happy about most things in my life, especially Leticia, a queen of love, and our guy Iggy, who turns one year old tomorrow somehow. Time has certainly taken taken new form this year. I’ve grieved every single day since losing Bartleby way back in February. I’ve felt really lucky to spend so much of my time surrounded mostly by trees and birds and Loomis and my two people. There’s not been a lot of time for friends, who feel now as important as ever. No telling what this year will turn up but I plan to keep steady growing and I hope we can reach each other in the right ways more and more. As I finally get over my first spell w covid, I can’t help but think about this whole pandemic era and feel a bit sad that we’ve maybe not gotten better and stronger individually and collectively, as I really felt we would in those early days locked down—more tender, slower, I reckoned. In any case, it’s another year for me and I’m a different person since Iggy opened a new dimension to me, and I intend to keep feeling a whole lot and doing my damn best. Be in touch, y’all ❤️