Writing on Saturday mornings i sone of them.
Longish week, but I did make it through. Circling in on the things that I need to do for the rest of the year.
I’m tired, but think I will be able to relax some towards the end of the month.
November was really the busy month, and I did get through it.
Still listening to too much Exile In Guyville. I don’t think I actually had that on CD back in the day. I did have Whip Smart, and Whitechocolatespacegg, the latter of which got significant listens going back to and from Carlisle to visit the Form(er)skins training camp in about 2002.
I had one of my vivid disturbing dreams about the vehicle I drove back then. The dream was probably sparked by something I was dealing with health-wise.
I was angry about how I was being treated. Or not, depending on how you look at it.
I revert to my default position of just removing myself the situation, completely. You Can Leave.
It’s probably not healthy, but it’s how I operate. Along with randomly writing things that few people will read.
Sort of getting back into the podcast queue.
So many meetings.
Ugh.
EDIT
I forgot to link the story I saw coming on early today.
It’s about Lake Meade. Shortened version, so you don’t have to try to read that absolutely awful article — it’s not completely barren, as we’d expected, but CLIMATE CHANGE scary, and you should be really, really, seriously, truly worried about it.
You say that when your previous proclamations were incorrect.
Admit You’re Wrong/Oh, no, not yet
So you missed on something. Okay, and?
I guess any self-reflection is a sign of weakness.
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Okay, then.