This is January 8.
Again.
My fifty-first.
The day my sister read to me
in 1976.
The day I froze time in green
in 2009.
The day I was excited to see Carol Danvers
in 2019.
The day I took the trains to therapy
in 2020, shortly before the world fell apart.
I still wore a mask 4 years later
on January 8 at my PCP.
Last year I had a beard
until I didn’t.
Today, January 8,
I shaved again,
showered (twice),
cleaned for hours,
exercised (finally),
paid rent and the credit card,
did dishes and laundry.
It’s nice being able to eat. ❤
Written by Jason Wright
January 8, 2026