Things are smoothing out a little bit here. I'm starting to take slightly better care of myself. Beter diet, a touch more exercise. Hadn't been doing that very well as of late; tons of impulse control, ears back against head, a constant state of cat-like readyness. It was getting to be a pain. I've yet to hang loose in California, but I feel it coming. I miss New York like hell, and as my man the Girth forced me to admit the other day, I'm plainly not yet over Sasha (science for grownups... holy shit was I in love!), but in spite of this, I've got to jump in to where I am with both feet. Should I ever go back to those things from my past, it will be on new terms. Progress must be made. Take it seriously. Now have fun.

And you know what? It's working. A soft hand is a better means of steering the live-wire Koenig. Got to have a little room to maneuver.