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Three. Years. Three years since a phone call at 8:02 in the morning shattered life as I knew it. Three years since Joe died. In some ways it feels like it was just a couple of months ago. In other ways it feels like a lifetime. Society at large likes to try to dictate how you’re supposed to grieve. How you behave, when you make a public display, and when you should stop because you’re… Keep reading…Three Years.
Bob gave me a Carbuncle perpetual calendar for my birthday several years ago. Every day I update the calendar, absently noting the passage of time. Yesterday when I updated it, I didn’t think anything of the date. Today when I rolled the dice to reflect the correct date, I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. February 18, 2025. Today should be Joe’s 57th birthday. It’s not a milestone year, but it’s… Keep reading…Losing part of the day…
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…
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.
Sometimes I have things to get done that I am actively thinking about while I’m doing something else, fully intending to do those things next, but then something else interferes and suddenly it’s six days later and I still haven’t done those things I was thinking about. I was feeling very off. And I was chalking it up to the fact that it’s August and summer is never going to fucking end. But something was… Keep reading…Only passing through…
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…