08/04/2026
My new in-between journal. My yearnal. It took me 30 minutes to make and 30 minutes to think. A quickie to hold me over because I didn’t start a new, bigger journal yet.
My first entry was made in the parking lot of Silas’s school. I dropped him off at soccer, still asleep. Sleep driving.
In my dream, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a water-steals-my-journal dream; there was water in a new mall, a place where people moved in groups identically dressed, and there was a river that became a log flume, and I was in a boat, and suddenly my bag with my journal and my camera was gone. And my journal, in this dream, had grown to my old journal size, and in it, a year of my life was gone.
Also, S+s and I always loved Frank Asch. Some of his earliest were the wildest, like George’s Store, where everyone in the family — babies, women, and animals — had mustaches.
