wish i had a picture, but it's cold as a motherfucker in my house. not that i can't take a picture in a cold house, but i am back on my bed and that ain't gonna change until it has to.
yesterday was okay, and i ended up doing enough that i didn't get a chance to update. so here goes. i got up, prayed, read my meditation stuff. my blood sugar was back down below 130, so that was good. i took meds and insulin and i did some updating on my online profile stuff. in the process of shutting down my pages that are more about gossip and garbage than business and building some new things. so i got some confusion going on, but i got it started and i got moving on some other things. got more of my living room clean and got my stuff put back in the bathroom. i didn't rush one single thing. it was cold and i had a wedding to attend so i took it really slow.
eventually as i was talking to Rachel i got dressed and went to the wedding. it was in boardman park, and i got there right on time. it was a short service, and the reception was several hours later. i hung with TP until then, watched as she had a drink at the restaurant we went to and strangely felt nothing. what can you do? went back to her house and had a cup of coffee and talked and caught up on some things, and then went to the reception, right on time again. they were doing the wedding party announcements and i hung out with Bob's aunts across the hall. the food was okay, i was proud of Bob, no matter what else transpires between us, because he truly has become something else by God's grace. i left about an hour in, and i came home, talked to Rachel again and crashed. that was my yesterday. i was glad that i decided to go, it was nice, but i definitely felt the vibes of being the only black guy at a white wedding, and not the billy idol kind. thank you, Father.
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