So I am going to go see my family down in Monterey, and going to go see one of my favorite places.

I think I will go and read my bible and go to bed. Not even tell you about my day. Or the one before that.

I want to go take pictures somewhere far away.

I was in In-n-out yesterday. It was such a nice day. Mid-spring feeling. And it made me want to go to mexico. The people there made me want to go to mexico.

I miss it.

Wheelchairs. Yep. Wheelchairs. Those seats with rollers on them.
Actually… more of the people in them.
Technically… I am more afraid of praying for those people. It is a strange fear, kind of like jumping off a rock into the water below. You want to, you know it will be awesome, but you are rather afraid of the rocks that might be lurking just under the surface.
Do I jump and die? Do I land in the water with a weak splash? Or do they get up and walk?