Happens every single year.
I am out of sorts, missing my dad, crying and needing to talk about him and sometime later in the day I realize it's his birthday.  
Today.  I always chalk it up to being around Father's Day and all the ads and such, but so weird like I have an subconscious calendar for sadness that never fails to send me a reminder.
Was listening to this on the way to work this am thinking of him.  I know it's supposed to be about a relationship, but to me it just speaks to dead parents. 
Happy Birthday, Daddy.  It's another shitty fucking day without you.
 

I saw my first sea turtle today! It was magical.

I hear ravens in the woods almost every day, & it makes me happy. Despite seeing pics of both crows & ravens (in the lame attempt to learn how to visually distinguish them from each other), I'm still having a helluva time with this. Maybe a local nature center can help. Hmmm. 🤔

They’re doing trivia night at the local brewery. One of the questions was who was one of the founders of Faux News?
I blurted out some fuck stick before I could stop myself. Bartender said that was his favorite answer.  

It’s that time of year again... grass time!