thu/20211223

On what was another record-setting day in this state of Greek-alphabet bucolia, I installed another blackout curtain in the Sanctum and, with that now slightly more blocked space, I feel like I've actually got a space of my own. Nice to not see or be seen by the house at large – read: Kirby; a bit more of that essential separation, the value of which remains unparallelled. Other part of afternoon was spent assembling bags one and two of the Lego Typewriter with arthritis gloves on: middle age = attained; the day awaits.

wed/20211222

Ohio – or at least this rural aspect of –  loves singing its praises when it sets a record: it adores, especially on a local level, reframing the victories of others as a victory for "the community"; allow me, then, to speak of a record set yesterday: 12,502 new COVID cases reflecting an 18% test positivity rate, an all-time pandemic high.

Go team etc etc.

This is all of which I am certain: I'm going to be the most bitter, get-off-my-lawn, fuckallyall ghost when I die here of either an autoimmune disorder run amok (plague-wrought or otherwise) or being run over on the day's run by one of the ZEROMPG throngs; I will haunt the shit out of this place and jangle my chains and make all sorts of noise so pfffbt there.

The day awaits.

tue/20211221

Those of us requiring sustenance have been sustained; kick-fetch has been played across the arctic tundra of what was once my yard but is now a crevassed and grass-devoid Kirby-playcenter. Victory, then, in these early hours with narrative head-scratching, the updating and reinforcing of TSR recording / interview processes, and further consideration of things to be considered on deck. The Morkie does NOT have a doggiedayspa appointment today, contrary to my tickler folder; the day awaits.