Surprise / Restart

Slowly but surely winding my way to the smaller assignments from the broadness of an idea; a question that I always ask of myself: have I found the smallest angle, the smallest sliver? It's only through that self-interrogation that I find my way to something bigger, something that I didn't know I was looking for – and that's the key, really: to be able to surprise yourself.

Speaking of surprise / slight panic: a weird Obsidian tic this morning: it refused to leap into text editing mode after plugging into monitor / bluetooth keyboard / wireless mouse. Restart + opening a new Zettlekasten note and typing in it seems to fix.

A whining Kirby, the lament of the growing puppy who just ate first breakfast / first nom-noms three hours ago, signals that (second)breakfasttime is nigh. The day awaits.

Bloodwork Drive Disarray

Schedule thrown into disarray this morning: year-late fasting blood work. But here I am, stuck, drawn, and scribbling these scraps to no one in particular. Something I noticed on the hunger-panged drive to the bloodwork, my first time in a few years on the pre-dawn roads (given that my pre-dawn hours are spent at The Work): people drive fast before the sun comes up. Everyone has somewhere to be, I suppose.

Today could qualify as "one of those days": not particuarly a surge of depression (thank you, happy pills), but not feeling particularly great about the state of things in my orbit either. Unease isn't the right word, nor is "down"; it's something else. Can't quite figure it. Resigned? No…

TSR0007, featuring Fran Dominguez, AKA Forest Robots, is now live. On with the day.