It’s late and I’m too tired to write something meaningful. It’s been a productive day though it feels as though I spent the majority of it driving Dion and Ylva up to Los Angeles to catch their flight to Stockholm, Sweden. After a very late lunch of Korean BBQ in Huntington Beach, I sleepily finished off my drive in heavy traffic back to Solana Beach.

Drake the Dog and I went for a couple of walks; I took one to the grocery store by myself and then busied myself with stuff that gave me a good workout. With Friday nearly at hand, I’m hoping for a more of a “John” day of walking around, writing, thinking, taking some photos, more time with Drake, and hopefully something random or other. For now, though I need to try to fall asleep in another unfamiliar bed and, while it’s a pleasant 65 degrees outside, the humidity is raging at 91% which I’m so unfamiliar with that I’m sweating worse than when I’m home in Phoenix and it’s 50 degrees hotter.

I drift off to sleep with the soft sound of the delicate crickets chirping in the background as opposed to the Arizona type that bleat and bark.