Hi Darling Ones, Spotify just tried to play Gwen Stefani. Out loud. Where my ears could hear it. Not now, Spotify. I am not in the mood for such shenanigans. To be fair, I’m not in the mood for any shenanigans. I’m cranky and out of sorts with a viscous case of the Fuck All Y’alls. This is par for the course as January turns into February. It’s hard to discern what is usual seasonal crankiness and stroke-related. . .ennui?…
Hi Darling Ones, I spent most of the week sulking. The glasses I pinned all my hopes on turned out not to be the panacea I dreamed it would be. Turns out that while I can see clearer than before, which is a good thing, the distortion caused by the edema or the retinopathy is still a giant pain in the ass. Also, according to Dr. Google it could take awhile to adjust to the progressive lenses. Also, according to…
Hey Darling Ones, Over the weekend I watched not one but two docuseries on the Twin Flames cult. One on Netflix and the other on Amazon Prime. Both fascinating. I love documentaries about cults and con artists, which if you think about it are kind of the same thing. If you don’t know about the Twin Flames Universe it’s a pyramid scheme/religion run by two jokers who claim to know who your twin flame is, which is like a soulmate…
Hello Darling Ones, Happy last day of 2023. I hope the door hits it in the ass on its way out. This has not been my year. I’ve spent the day mindlessly getting my house in order. I put a new air filter in the furnace, watered the Sadness Garden, and other minor tasks I ignored while my family was here for three weeks. The day has also been spent wildly swinging through bitter jealousy and utter gratitude. The jealousy…
Hi Darling Ones, How goes your holiday season? Mine started early this year when Sister #2 arrived on December 10 to help me around the house and hang out in Minnesota visiting her MN friends. Max arrives tonight. Jaycie comes in tomorrow and then we’ll be holidaying it up — a Very St. Martin Christmas, Christmas, Boxing Day Lunch, and Rock & Roll Bookclub Dirty Santa. Everyone leaves on December 31st and by then I’ll be ready for a long…
Hey Darling Ones, I desperately wish I were the kind of person who, after going through something something tragic, like, you know, a debilitating stroke that leaves you basically disabled and wondering if you’ll ever get your life & body back would come out the other side as a person who is relentlessly positive and encourages you to find joy in the beauty of two kittens asleep on a yellow sweater. I want to be the kind of person who…
