Ailana’s Journal — 2026-01-07 (Patreon)

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GOOD MORNING

I’m awake. I promise. Let’s just not mention that Geoni is standing there with the camera, pointing at the time on her iPhone.

So, hotel hack: give your second room access card to a friend in case you lock yourself out. Bonus tip: don’t pick a morning person with a camera!

And it’s not like there’s a rush. We have like a seven or so hour drive (counting stops). How is ten more minutes in the bed a problem?

But, if I’m honest, I am ready to get back home. For one thing, I want to see the remodel! Jasmine says the workers left yesterday and a cleaning crew came through. So, I’m ready to get home and see how it came out.

So, I suppose I should get up and get ready—right? Geoni is nodding her head.

I’ll see you later!

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LUNCH STOP

Go ahead and call the Pulitzer folks about this story. I’m sure this is exactly what they give out prizes for!

It was time to get gas so we stopped, filled up, and decided to have lunch. It’s fast, hot, and we know what to expect.

We crammed into one booth like a bunch of high schoolers after the Friday night football game. Jason let me steal some of his French fries, even though I had my own. I let him sip my soda, even though he had his own.

Sasha laughed at us, so I explained: “We’re channeling 2014 when we did this back in Lowell.”

“When you were seventeen,” she added. “You’re twenty-nine now, but you two are still cute.”

Clay sort of eased into the conversation. “So, if I fully understand things, you two started dating in your senior year in high school, stuck together through college, went different ways for five years and now you’re back together—and neither of you ever dated anyone else while you were apart.”

Jason said that was true, and Clay just shook his head. “I know you’ve finally decided where you’re going, but… really?”

“Look,” I added, “we actually started dating in 9th grade—we just didn’t realize it until 12th, so obviously we don’t do things like normal people do.”

Clay laughed. “Obviously.”

“Well,” Sasha said, holding up her cola, “here’s to happily ever after!”

I’ll just close this out with that, and say that I know she’s going to be right.

See you later!

DASHING by Ricky Martinez

Dashing is doing what it’s supposed to do for us—fill the gap in my employment situation.

When we lived in Houston, I was doing pretty good. I was with a good retail sporting goods chain. I was a department lead in training to go into a supervisor track.

Isabela and I married in 2019 at St. Cyril of Alexandria Catholic Church in Houston. She was doing admin work at a clinic—a clinic assistant, managing intake forms, insurance calls, and front desk flow.

Well, everyone knows what happened in 2020. My store closed. Her hours got cut in half.

We retreated back to Brownsville where she has a lot of family. I got a job at a warehouse. She found another clinic to work at. We were climbing back from COVID, but then in 2024 there was a fire at the warehouse. It closed and didn’t reopen.

I job hunted for a couple of months with no luck. I was competing with younger people, people with college degrees… Every rejection was tough to handle.

You know, a man wants to be part of the solution—not the problem. I needed a job—anything to bring in some money.

Now, I’m in a trap. If I don’t Dash, we don’t have income, but the time I put in keeps me from doing anything like taking classes that would help me find a job. I barely have time to fill out applications for jobs that have steady hours but pay little or nothing more than I make doing DoorDash.

But, at the end of the day, I go home to Isabela. We’re going to keep going and do what we can with what we have. We’ve got some areas we need to cut back in, but we’re going to be fine.

I keep telling myself that having a roof, clean running water, and electricity is luxury in some places. We’re cutting back—not suffering.

GOOD NIGHT

So we made it! The remodel turned out to be everything we expected. Clay, Sasha, Josh, and Geoni now have their own, completely separate two-bedroom homes! I suppose I’ll have more to say about it in days to come.

I dumped all of my clothes out on the back balcony. I’ll come up with a de-sanding plan tomorrow.

We left home on December 20th, almost three weeks ago. What a great trip it was.

The weeks in St. Croix did what vacations are meant to do. We had time to think, rest, and play. We talked a lot about the past and future, and I grew more fully into the idea of getting to the starting line with Jason—the starting line where our married lives together begins. I guess I’m now waiting on some random Tuesday—or Wednesday—in the weeks to come for it to become official.

But Clay sort of nailed it at lunch today, didn’t he? We’ve never dated anyone but each other. So… yeah… that…

Well, I know some of you are (as you say) in our corner. Some couldn’t care less. (Some on IG don’t read the stories at all!) I suppose you have seen this coming for a long time. Now, we wait for the right moment. I dare say it will suit Jason and me for it to be simple and without drama.

We’ll be at Denny’s and he’ll say, “Hey… let me pay for lunch.”

I’ll say, “Okay, sure… I’ll pay next time.”

“Well, while we’re here… would you like to see if this engagement ring fits?”

I’ll smile and it will fit perfectly.

Something like that. Remember, I write fiction! I’m great at making things up. (But it’s harder to live them out!)

That’s all for now.

May your random Tuesdays (or Wednesdays) bring you great joy and happiness as you find surprises that make your life always better.

Good night.

Be your best you!

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