Another ordinary workday. Have some artwork to do for island events. Can always find writing to do, but I’m feeling very out of sorts anticipating Steve’s birthday next week.

Some years it’s very easy, but for some reason, this year is rough. He would have been 75. This marks five birthdays since he died. Eddie [boyfriend] is coming in on Sunday a.m. and leaving Thursday night, so I’ll be alone on the 26th. It is, what it is.