The holiday weekend feels like a great luxury. The day to myself. Allan is in New Jersey until tomorrow. He’s recently met a very nice man named Ron who he likes a lot. Ron lives in Weehawken, and he and Allan are going to the beach today. Joe stayed over last night, the first time we have spent the night together. I am filled with such strong feelings for him. he is a good simple man and our selves fit together perfectly. Last night we walked through a deep blue dusk to Chinatown. I kept watching him across the table: yes, Lord— this is just what I need— and want. Finding Joe is the one sure miracle since getting sober.