I really do need to get back to writing. I feel like I will implode. There are so many cool things that happen at work, but when I get back home I am wiped out. The disabilities that I’ve accrued during my time on this flat earth (ha) (I thrive on sarcasm) are trying to take me down without my treasured House Eunuch. We’re a little over four months without Tomas, and I have done all the memorializing I was prepared to do. I’ll end up posting them before summer ends. Is that vague or finite? September 22 is an exceptionally long yet reasonable goal, rather than to rely on “well I don’t really know.”.

I don’t need to focus on subject titles; only to assign the date to them for catalog purposes. I don’t need to bother with SEO or Analytics. I just need to make myself do something. It turns out I cooked food tonight instead of microwaving or ordering more noods.
My downfalls are Pad Thai and Lo Mein.
At least it’s not black tar heroin?

I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I turn 40 in 2 1/2 months.

And there is still some pHp script it says is running in the background on my Site Health to figure out.