I'm going through a horror movie phase that's incredibly satisfying. At my age, it's not some "new" discovery of horror. Rather, it's the only genre of movies I'm watching now. There's just so much of it out there. And so much of it is.... forgiveable.

I love the second floor of my house. And so does Casey.

Needs a little tidying up still but it's fundamental essence is present and resonating.

It's raining out tonight. And it feels like it's 70 degrees. Unseasonably warm. Casey is sleeping against my arm.