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It is 2025. It has been a quarter of a century since the Y2K panic. Computers didn’t implode the world, but mine did reset to 1980 at the stroke of midnight. Simpler times. 2025 is the Year of the Snake. Steve says HI. 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 2024 was The Year of…Existence… I don’t… Keep reading…A Year in Review…2024…
I am bloody tired and my whole body hurts. No, we haven’t caught the plague again, it’s just the aftermath of being social two days in a row. We haven’t had a 2-day Christmas since before the pandemic. My anxious, introverted body was not prepared. But now we can stay holed-up in the Bear Cave and avoid people until next year. I came home from Christmas Eve with a new set of fidget toys. Dale… Keep reading…The work is done…
December. Right then. Wednesday morning after Bob went downstairs to work, I went back to sleep. Like I do. Approximately two hours later, I was ripped from sleep by the loudest fucking alarm I have ever heard in my life. At first I thought it was an Amber Alert on my phone, but I quickly realized that was not the case. It took a few more seconds for my head to clear enough to realize… Keep reading…Beyond control…
Two years. Two full years since Joe died. It still sounds like some fucking bullshit. He shows up in my dreams every so often. I see him, and I know he’s not supposed to be there, but everyone else acts like it’s completely normal. I spend the entire time stressed out because even if he is supposed to be there at that moment, I know it won’t be long before he’s gone again. I wake… Keep reading…Two Years.
Happy Halloween? It certainly wasn’t The Halloween Blizzard of 1991 (TM), but Minnesota was still very Minnesota-y for the occasion. Pouring rain that turned into snow that turned into slush. Slush everywhere. State Patrol reported 169 accidents between midnight and 2PM. Because people forget that they have lived in Minnesota their entire lives and cannot remember how to fucking drive the first time it snows for the season. The camera was far more interested in… Keep reading…One stop short…
October. The forecast is toying with my emotions. 65 | 80 | 67 | 70 | 81 | 65 | 69 | 77 | 80 | 82 | 79 So on. So forth. We’re also under a Critical Fire Weather Watch because we haven’t had any rain. Meanwhile the south east section of the country is drowning. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Anyway. I did a thing. What is it? It’s a bag of hair. Kinda… Keep reading…Amidst the broad daylight…