1. Relationship adjustments: in early 2022 I made a seismic shift in relationship status from an agoraphobia alcoholic spiraling into her own destruction, to a vibrant and active Deadhead music/concert aficionado who immediately dragged me into her inner circle of hundreds of hippie friends, brought me to a ton of shows I'd have otherwise found excuses to miss, and reminded me my last twenty-five years of pretend social respectability have been a poorly worn costume. I inherited a semi-stepdaughter from the old relationship but little else except unpleasant memories. Kid was still worth the headache and I'd do it again even knowing how it was gonna turn out. Turns out I have a soft spot for neglected kids...
So far since last May I've seen Robert Plant, the Who, Santana, Ani DiFranco, Dead and Company with Bobby Weir and John Mayer, Wolf Brothers with Bobby Weir and some other guys, Phil Lesh and Friends with Phil Lesh and, err, friends, JJ Cale, Joan Osborne, a bunch of other Grateful Dead variations, and assorted other concerts too numerous to mention. It's been a blast.