January. 2025. Right then. Sixteen days of vacation (minus those two pesky days of social obligations) sounds like a lot, but when you factor in weekends and holidays, it was only actually seven days that Bob had to use PTO for. Two weeks of staying holed-up in the house, avoiding people, staying up too late, eating meals at weird times, playing video games, and generally enjoying just existing with each other. Yeah we’re probably getting…
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…
The Bobs(TM) are officially on summer vacation for the next week. Final Fantasy XIV: Dawntrail is here. And we’re off to a rollicking good start. I’ll just have to dance with Jinx while I wait… (Open Sky by The Primals) — Open Sky The Primals
January. I really love our Christmas vacation every year. Once we get through the obligations of social gatherings, we hole-up at home and avoid people and enjoy our time together just the two of us, doing whatever the hell we want. Usually playing video games, watching things on the internet, staying up too late, sleeping in, de-stressing, and being US. And then vacation ends and it is a rough reentry into reality and routine. But…
It’s July. The Bobs are on vacation. And by “vacation” I mean: ten days of holing-up in the Bear Cave, avoiding the outside world, staying up too late, sleeping in, eating at weird times, and playing Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers. It’s expansion time, Kids, and The Bobs are all over it. Top 10 Most Played Artists for June 2019… 1.) Panic! at the Disco … 781 plays 2.) O.A.R. … 451 plays 3.)…
…and relax for a delicate few… It’s been almost three years since our trip to Colorado. I never wrote the detailed post I had planned about it, complete with pictures and a lot of flailing about music and mountains. At the time I couldn’t write about it without ugly crying all over my computer. At this point, I think it’s best left to the mental archives. The trip was worth every last one of those…
