Quiet night. Cold front has us all down, low, homebodied, sheltered in place. Chat is quiet. Phone is quiet. Internet is quiet. Been home all day, restless evening, nothing doing. I get stir-crazy like this and don’t feel like life is lived right if I’m home alone all day, and them old feelings come raging …
Category Archives: Journal
Lug
Physical possessions are a curse. Especially when you have to move. We spend our 20’s thinking, “I need more stuff.” We spend our 30’s thinking, “I can afford this stuff.” We spend our 40’s thinking, “I have too much stuff.” Is it really a universal truth that if you need something, it will become available …
Cat Landing
For those of you keeping score, I’ve found a new apartment. It’s about a mile south of my current home, in my previous neighborhood. It’ll be nice to get back there, since that area is closer to my usual haunts. But it won’t be this place. Nine years, two months. Four jobs. Countless shift rotations …
Force Over Distance
2020 keeps fucking delivering. Last month, I called my landlord to renew my lease. It was then that he let me know, sotto voce, they’re only doing month-to-month from now on, and the reason is because the private owner of this 44-unit complex has been in a year-long contract for sale to a corporate owner, …
Dream Down
Dreams are bullshit and mean nothing, generally. But sometimes they can be used to reveal where your head’s at. Here’s where my head’s at: I’m hanging out with a lot of people, out in the world. Finally, there’s society. We’re talking, having fun. Sun’s out and everything’s green and warm. Blue sky day. This girl …