Still thinking about that “salad” I had for lunch today.

Season. Your. Salad.

I have not yet taught her she will be ignored while I meditate. A few moments later, she had her head on my stomach. She stayed there while I was breathing for almost ten mins.

She’s in position again.

Local shop officially knows my order when I come in. Achievement unlocked.

Visited one of the spiritual homes of The Incomparable and can heartily recommend Stone The Dark Oats for your choice of beverage.

Ok, I didn’t sleep because of it, but I have to admit the churro ice cream sandwich was probably worth it.

Pretty cool to see when I’m lifting versus resting and that I can clearly identify what I was doing based on heart rate alone.

Hello darkness my old friend. I see it’s a new month of workouts again.

Oh damn.

I cannot go back to losing third spaces.

Just spent a paycheck on this haul from @atomicbooks.

Three hour flight delay is a real waste of a good hair day.

Now I need to resist the urge to buy a Les Paul Gold Top with P90s, a ES-335, and a semi-hollow Tele Thinline (or G&L semi-hollow ASAT).

New cookbook day

Should have cleaned up before pictures. Missing: my amp, which is in the shop for as much as five weeks. Needed: more books, a light for the bookshelf, and probably another plant on the bookshelf. Overall, pretty happy with where things are about 16 months after I took over this room.

Why is no sound coming out of my amp?

Uh oh, why is my rectifier tube with bent pins sitting at the bottom of my combo…

So I think I’m going to move this light bar to the other corner and get some kind of light fixture on my new (to the office, this was the cookbook holder) office bookshelf. Any recommendations?

This was supposedly for two. Not shown: about four cups of rice.

We did not finish.

We were staying around the corner from Kokoro here in Tulum without even knowing it— there’s a sign up against jungle foliage with a path and no further explanation. But at night, the path is lit up with string lights, inviting and mysterious. We wandered down the path and found the first pool I’ve seen that actually feels lagoon-like, and a Japanese restaurant with a grill on the first floor and sushi on the mezzanine.

If a sushi place looks pretty good, I’m almost always going to go for the omakase. So we decided to make reservations and return the following night to check it out.

What followed was a wonderful meal, most of which is pictured here ¹. The toro sashimi and toro nigiri with black truffle were particularly special, as was the quail egg and nori “taco”. It’s a privilege to be able to take vacations, and it’s even more of a privilege to be able to find a restaurant like this and let the chef do whatever they want. These are the experiences I treasure.

Well-earned tacos al pastor (ok and dos de pollo y uno gringo al pastor), with my happy face.