March 30th, 2018.
I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’ve spent a fair amount of my Life avoiding responsibility. I don’t know where the trait took hold, but whether it’s simply
March 26th, 2018.
So I’m tired of fighting. I haven’t posted anything political on Facebook for quite some time, I’ve been unfollowing and blocking freely. I am simply exhausted, and I don’t think
March 22nd, 2018.
Rolling Eastbound and down. Passed a house. You know. A house on wheels. Swerving around on the interstate because it’s WAY too windy for houses to be out and about
March 20th, 2018.
The current situation is not ideal. Last night I actually dropped out of a song because my cough was so bad and I’m sick as the proverbial dog – which
March 17th, 2018.
There’s light at the end of the tunnel. And we plan to draw the curtains. The light is the daylight of Sunday and we don’t have to get up till
March 16th, 2018.
I look too tired for Windows Hello to recognize my face and I have to unlock my computer with my pin. I always feel judged when Windows can’t recognize my
March 14th, 2018.
We’re about to wrap up our residency in Kansas – and by “about to wrap up” I mean we’re through the first three days and getting ready for one last
March 11th, 2018.
It’s a good morning. Slow. The time change means my alarm went off before the sun rose, but even as it laboriously climbs over the horizon here in Manhattan, KS
March 9th, 2018.
I don’t like the notion of an “insurance adjuster”. I’m sure there’s a logical and maybe even benign reason for them being called that, but it sure always FEELS like
March 8th, 2018.
The last two nights we’ve spent with my old, old friend Jason Cox. And by “old” I mean “younger than me” but we’ve known one another since third grade or