It’s great when I go to bed tired, it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep, and then I sleep for about an hour and then I’m wide awake. And annoyed. So I can either stay in bed and be salty about it while staring at the ceiling (or my phone), or I can get up and be salty about it and maaaybe accomplish something. Preferably on the writing front. Or just let Jinx pick…
My brain is mush. No, no—more than usual. I know a big part of it is the news, but it’s never just one thing. Writing is still not happening, but at least Basil has been muttering in my ear again. He’d been suspiciously quiet for quite awhile, but he’s back. He dredged up some old characters for a totally different plotline, but so far it’s still a blinking cursor. And also just half-baked and not…
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 didn’t think I had listened to too much music over the past year, but the numbers are up from the year before. It was a year of the usual suspects plus the Wicked White soundtrack. (Which…features a lot of the usual suspects…) There was a little more variety in top albums, but the top songs were nearly identical. And the top artists never really change too much. In equally shocking news, water is wet….
It is 2025. It has been a quarter of a century since the Y2K panic. Computers didn’t implode the world, but mine did reset to 1980 at the stroke of midnight. Simpler times. 2025 is the Year of the Snake. Steve says HI. 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 2024 was The Year of…Existence… I don’t…
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…
