it's a convoluted mess
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…
Christmas is over. Bob still has a week of vacation. I have no idea what day it is. Our sleep schedule is hosed. We’ve eaten too many cookies. Adulthood: acting like lazy teenagers because we can. In between the pesky responsibility of being an adult. But hey…vacation. Christmas. Two days of familial social obligations. For two staunch introverts that’s a whole lot of human interaction. The day after we slept late and then took a… Keep reading…It’s only just begun…
Dear Phantom Smoke Stench, Your daily visits are beyond excessive at this point. Please to be on with your merry way. No love, Me — It’s snowing. The weather folks can’t make up their mind on how much we’re supposed to get, but the most current forecast says 6 to 8 inches by sometime tomorrow. Oh Joy. It begins. It snowed on Thanksgiving. Not a lot—at least around the Cities—but enough to make people really… Keep reading…Go where it feels like home…
I haven’t actually seen my family since Ellie’s birthday party in July. It always feels weird getting together with my siblings because I am so much not like them. I never really realized how much until I didn’t see them constantly. Hunter has a mustache and is taller than Mike. He’ll be seventeen in two months. Noah is finally taller than me, his voice is changing, and he tries to speak in a higher register… Keep reading…Lost my mind a thousand times…
It’s after midnight so Christmas is over. And thank God for that. Joe spent over a week in the hospital with pneumonia and ended up having surgery to clean out infection around his lung. A seven-inch incision and a deliberately broken rib, plus tubes to drain things, and 24/7 oxygen support, he was an ornery bastard who just wanted to go home and have a cigarette. If I were Gayle, I’d put my foot in… Keep reading…It’s nothing new…
It’s been a rough month. For a lot of reasons. If I can survive two more days, I get Bob all to myself for sixteen days. Well…fourteen…because two of those are Christmas and SOCIAL OBLIGATIONS. Mech. But still. Two weeks of late nights, lazy mornings, minimal ventures out of the house, and all the shameless inanity we can muster. I need this. — Our Song Matchbox Twenty