it's a convoluted mess
I keep trying to start posts and then I get about three lines in and…ech. Delete. Come back later. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. We are in the middle of a four-day weekend. Bob’s company started closing for MLK Day in recent years and he took Tuesday off to use up some time. It’s nice to have a long weekend when we’re not sick since our Christmas vacation was tainted. Plague Update: Still coughing three weeks later…. Keep reading…Don’t overthink it…
January. 2024. The Bobs are still recovering from A Very Covid Christmas. Or rather Bob is at about 99% and I’m still lingering around 75%. We don’t know where we caught it from (considering we barely leave the house), but recent information claims incubation is only two or three days so we can pretty much narrow it down to our routine trips to Target and Costco or the grocery store, or the day Bob went… Keep reading…Made it through…
After the way 2022 ended and 2023 began as far as my music habits, I wasn’t sure what this year’s stats were going to look like. Aside from an excessive amount of plays by The Killers. That much was a given. The results were really not all that surprising—they rarely are—and it was very heavy on The Killers followed mostly by the Wicked White soundtrack. Fall Out Boy, Matchbox Twenty, and Semisonic all put out… Keep reading…A Year in Review…2023…the Music…
Greetings from the Plague Lands. Two people who barely leave the house finally caught fucking Covid two days before Christmas. I cannot taste or smell anything. My whole back hurts. My voice sounds like I’ve been smoking for forty years. I am exhausted. Bob is mostly recovered with some residual symptoms. I am on the upswing, but lagging behind. As is usual when we get sick around here. I started working on this survey mid-December… Keep reading…A Year in Review…2023…
December. To that I say, finally and how because this year has felt both like an endless slog and a smear of blink and you’ll miss it. More so than usual at least. A few years ago (when exactly, I do not remember) finding the motivation to put up the Christmas tree did not happen until very late in the season (when exactly, I do not remember) and even then, I really DID NOT feel… Keep reading…Bathing in light…
It has been one full year since Joe died. November 4, 2022. It feels both like an eternity since that day and only a matter of a few weeks. It has been three months since we buried him next to our [paternal] grandparents. People like to write essays about grief and all of the revelations and lessons they’ve learned and so much of it really reads like everything else on the internet: carefully curated and… Keep reading…One Year.