I’ve been called synchronistic before. Today I showed why. Let me tell you about my day.

Starting at midnight it was a gravy day.

I got some Irish in me.

Some might call it luck of the Irish.

I call it synchronicity using the law of reflection.

For 3 weeks I have thrown weed away because I can’t have it at the shelter.

If only I had somewhere to stash it, a place that a friend lives in.

I’ve been thinking that for the last three weeks.

I made the choice that as long as I’m living in the shelter, this is what every week will look like. I made that choice 3 times even though I had found out from a couple people if you know what staff will let it slide.

Instead I told the staff member I know I can trust that others are letting it slide.

I never asked the names because I figured that would be too much temptation.

Last night at around midnight I was talking with the staff member I trust. And I ended up talking to another staff member that I now trust.

I went to sleep with a gravy day already.

I loved breakfast and lunch.

I went to go play Frisbee golf. Played one round and then went to 5 mile. It’s a swimming hole in bidwell park.

Ended up meeting a dude. He had adhd like me. He smoked pot.  He has some and we got stoned.

The conversation we had was epic. 54 lived in town most of his life, went to Chico high. I went to pleasant vally high and fair view high.

The things we remembered.

When I got back the the shelter, they let us back into our dorm.

Every weekday we have a cleaning crew come in at 3pm and everyone gets thrown out.

I just got a Frisbee golf disc yesterday.

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.