the more i get organized, the more my life falls into a pattern, the less i feel in control. i know that sounds backwards. i think most of it is due to timing.

i woke up this morning to find an email from an old co-worker / wife of a friend from elementary school. telling me that burton wray had died over the weekend.

burton played trumpet in marching band with me in 9th grade, before they split the schools. i hadnt seen him since. but its not the kind of news you every want, much less to wake up to. seems it was melanoma. i dont know anything else — googling for him turns up a rev in va beach…it could be him, could be his father, could be unrelated.

godspeed mr wray.

the day cruises by in various ways and i get a text message in the afternoon — turns out a friend spent the night in the hospital in a coma. i think it was prob drinking related. friend knows better but friend is also young and shit sometimes happens. but i couldnt get them on the phone to get details.

i think otherwise, my emotional well-being is decent. work continues be up and down, as the company goes through growing pains. im still not clear on what my role will look like when we emerge from that tunnel, so my answer about that part of my life depends on the previous five minutes…

i feel like i have so much to talk about and yet so little to say. so ill end this for the moment and promise to sort everything out stat.