it's a convoluted mess
I am incessantly ornery. It’s July. We all know how I feel about July. Our bedroom is consistently eighty degrees or hotter depending on how hot it is outside and sometimes I wonder if the lone air vent under our Giant Window of Western Exposure is actually connected to the rest of the HVAC system in our Tiny House of Three Windows That Open. If you stand directly on top of it when the A/C… Keep reading…The trench is dug…
February. Week 100. I am so goddamn tired. After a suspiciously long lull in the Bad! News! Every! Where! when it comes to our limited bubble (because fuck the world at large), everything hits in a matter of a week. But even in the age of INFORMATION OVERLOAD, details are scarce, because who needs to know what’s ACTUALLY going on? FNEH. I finally went in for my annual physical Here’s a List of Problems I… Keep reading…Wait a little bit longer…
Week 88…?…89…?…??? Whatever it’s November 30th. We have two more days to get through this week and then we’re on vacation for ten days. We were supposed to be on vacation the whole week of Thanksgiving, but the launch of Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker got delayed by two weeks so here we are. In the meantime it’s just listening to questionable playlists on repeat and indulging Basil with all his latest WHATIF-ing. He seems to… Keep reading…Roll down the smoke screen…
It is 80-some-odd-fucking degrees. We had to turn the A/C back on because it was humid and gross in the house. It’s September 30th. In Minnesota. Snow in April is normal. Air conditioning at the end of September is not. Week 80. FNEH. We had two separate four-day weekends in September. Bob took an extra day for Labor Day and then Friday/Monday for the weekend of our anniversary. The Friday of that weekend we actually… Keep reading…Hey shut-up…
August is almost over and I actually considered just saying FUCKIT to the July Last.fm stats, but here we are. Week 75…76…whatever… Everything is still shitty so we’re still counting weeks. Anyway. It has actually rained a few times in the last week (there is a whole lot of rumbling thunder as I type) so the humidity is up to make the incessant 80/90-something temperatures more disgusting. But the extended forecast is promising a drop… Keep reading…No need to analyze…
TL;DR — Sara says FUCK a lot. July. There’s a four-letter word if there ever was one. According to my computer it is 9:17 AM on July 26th. And since this is the lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats for June, the fact that it’s almost August should tell you how great of a month July has been for my brain. NOT GOOD, KIDS. It’s Week 70…ish. Are we still counting weeks? When do we… Keep reading…Slipping in and out of focus…