I don’t know, ask Pete Wentz. Fever-dream tangerine sweat sounds like a review of Panic‘s Viva Las Vengeance album. *ahem* This is only about half as long as that monstrosity. And probably makes even less sense. Anyway. Clearing out my brain. And by brain I mean…well…my actual brain but also my writing folder. Same difference really. Regardless, not a pretty task. Writing about writing…folders. Twice in the history of this blog, I went through and…
Minnesota Weather Update: IT SNOWED. Like, measurable snowfall. It was probably three inches at most, but the snow removal company had to actually come out and shovel and plow for the first time this entire season. I heard shoveling around bedtime and looked outside and there were so many dudes with shovels, there was practically one in every driveway on our patch of street. Usually it’s one or two doing front steps while the truck…
February. January is always such a slog, but February has far too much baggage attached to it. Mech. At the beginning of the week, I opened the bedroom blinds and thought, why do things look so…orange-y? The sun was shining for the first time in…weeks? And it came back every day all week long. It’s been a nice change from all the gray and brown. I mean, it’s still completely brown out there because there…
If I dug deep enough through the archives, I could probably find a good half dozen times I’ve written about this before. (Let’s be realistic, there’s probably far more than that.) (Effin Birds by Aaron Reynolds) Listen, Bird… Here’s a peek into my demented brain. Whenever I write about writing, my brain is constantly telling me DON’T REVEAL TOO MANY DETAILS about whatever story I’m talking about. Like somebody might stumble across the post and…
I keep trying to start posts and then I get about three lines in and…ech. Delete. Come back later. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. We are in the middle of a four-day weekend. Bob’s company started closing for MLK Day in recent years and he took Tuesday off to use up some time. It’s nice to have a long weekend when we’re not sick since our Christmas vacation was tainted. Plague Update: Still coughing three weeks later….
January. 2024. The Bobs are still recovering from A Very Covid Christmas. Or rather Bob is at about 99% and I’m still lingering around 75%. We don’t know where we caught it from (considering we barely leave the house), but recent information claims incubation is only two or three days so we can pretty much narrow it down to our routine trips to Target and Costco or the grocery store, or the day Bob went…
