it's a convoluted mess
October. Sunday the 1st: 90 degrees Monday the 2nd: 88 degrees Tuesday the 3rd: 85 degrees Wednesday the 4th: 63 degrees Right then. We had like, a week of open windows in September, then it got hot again. Then it cooled down, but it rained practically every day so it was 90-some percent humidity, then it got hot again. Now we’ve had a twenty-degree temperature drop and the current forecast says it’s going to stay… Keep reading…All over town…
Bob started a new Cyberpunk 2077 play through. They just released a major update that reworked practically everything about it, so it’s kind of like playing a brand new game. There is also a new expansion story coming out, so he’s excited about that. Meanwhile, I’m still laughing about the first time he played the game when it first came out. — It’s the thought that counts… R: I like this game. I found a… Keep reading…Is that a compromise…
S: I like my narrative better. R: You need a new joke. S: New? I’ve used it TWICE. R: EXACTLY. S: Hey listen. R: Go on. S: We all know how I feel about dead horses. R: No. We don’t. S: Yes we do. R: No. I’m sure there are a few of your critters who haven’t heard yet. — He makes me laugh. Every single day. Fourteen years. This past year has been impossibly… Keep reading…Fourteen…
Brain Dump: Writing About Writing… Every time I think I have successfully refocused my brain to work on a given story, Basil leans on my shoulder all, Yeah proud of you, but how ’bout this one? But he doesn’t usually have any sort of useful inspiration to offer for working on that one, but it’s enough of a distraction to derail what focus I had on the other one and the cycle begins anew. I… Keep reading…Maybe not so much…
September. Finally. Already. Whatever. It’s still ninety-some degrees outside with a heat advisory. And an extreme fire weather watch because drought. But at least August is fucking over. August sucked extra hard this year. Anyroad. A few weeks back, Bob came home from work (first in a long time that he had to actually go into the office) and stated, “I feel like we need an owlbear around here.” So… S: To be fair, you… Keep reading…Can’t be denied…
I shoveled dirt into my brother’s grave. I fucking hate that statement. Back in November, Mom told me that Joe was going to be cremated and in the spring he would be buried at the cemetery in Savage where my [paternal] grandparents are. Spring ended up being August 25th. It was a smaller crowd this time, but think it was meant to be that way. We gathered at the cemetery in the late morning. It… Keep reading…Celebration of Life…