I've felt very serious this week. I'm trying to step my game up at work in hopes of gaining some new responsibilities and challenges. I'm taking ownership of my relationship with food (as in, I like food a lot) and in my responsibilities to those I care for and who care for me. And so, I'm serious right now. I'm so sincurr. Unplayful. That's not how I envision myself, particularly not me at my best but it feels very necessary. I've got big plans, or at least as big of a plan as things in my life get, and I am choosing to do my best to accomplish them.

But, damn. Where's the light and funny and free? I might be focused, man, but today, I'd love it if I could get myself into a wind parade.