September. Par for the course lately, the end of September. People are celebrating the arrival of fall and I’m sitting here in my air conditioned house looking at another week of eighty-some humid degrees, spitting expletives and rude gestures. FNEH. Bob’s brother, Tommy, is getting married this weekend. Bob is one of the groomsmen so we are involved and we are both already exhausted from the introverts-out-of-their-cave of it all. Every time I look at…
If our marriage was a person, it would be old enough to drive. Which means in November, our relationship will be old enough to vote. When everything feels like it’s spiraling far beyond my control, he brings me back to myself, and keeps that last thread of sanity firmly intact. I took this picture when it was just the two of us wandering around the garden before everyone else arrived for our wedding ceremony. Studying…
But who needs tiiiiiiiiime… August. Or more importantly, it is now the END of August and HALLE-FUKCING-LUJAH for that. Last weekend it was sixy-some degrees out and we turned off the A/C and opened the windows for four days. Then it shot back into the 80’s. Because of course it did. But it’s Labor Day weekend and the temperature is supposed to drop again later in the week and hopefully we won’t have to turn…
July is not my friend. We revisit this tirade every year. I’m stuck in this phase of making these monthly posts out of obligation to my bank account because I pay for this domain and it’s expensive and I hate that it’s sitting here untouched because my brain is barely functional. I want to get back to having fun with dumb experiments here, but fuckitall I do not have the energy. Today I woke up…
Last Day of the Month, we meet again… Sure. There are so many things I need to get done that I can’t seem to get done and there is no good reason for any of it. I am perturbed, to say the least. Had my annual physical last week and now I have to make more appointments. Because it’s never just one. The nurse measured my height twice and told me I am five feet…
And here I thought… Oh, my March Last.fm lead-in is getting posted on April 30th, I’ll just get the April post up right away on May 1st. And now it’s May 31st. Will the May lead-in hit before June 30th? Time will tell. Will I get back to writing posts that are not just a lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats? Probably, but not this one. We’re under an air quality alert until Monday because…
