Some days, you just want to listen to Nickleback.

I’m still doing really good. The arm is still a bit sensitive from the dog bite but that’s to be expected.
I think the wound is trying to close up.

Still working on the eating thing.
I’m trying to impose a 12 hour fast type strategy.
i.e. – If I get up at 6 am, I try not to eat anything after 6 pm. I don’t know how that got into my head but I haven’t lost any weight in, like, forever. If anything, I gained. Heck, I was a slug in Florida compared to what I am now.

Anyways….

Little sister comes home sometime this evening. My class is going great. The weather is still a little chilly but it’s not awful. It’s bright and windy even if it’s lurking around the 60s and lower 70s. If the weather was like this all year, I don’t think I would have any complaints as long as it doesn’t freeze and kill the plants.

I haven’t really been following the news. Some bits filter through and I’ve been trying not to blow them out of proportion. Lack of food…. lack of gas…. housing shortage….

I think I was preparing for this situation for most of my life. It might be genetic but I’ve been known to horde commedities every now and then – especially if there was a sale and a coupon. I feel like I was critizied at the time but it, eventually, come in useful. Now… if the world is going th crap, there’s no use to hoarding. It just extends the misery.

Quite a change of mind in ten years.

I have watched so much stuff lately. I watched Wandavision, Castlevania Season 4, Son of Sam, Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Lovely Bones…. tons of stuff on Youtube. I feel like I’m reprograming my brain. All of this interaction may cause some to join groupthink. But, for me, it’s enlightening. I process everything, looking for flaws, for theories. I look for humor and how, sadly, things are just accepted. The lack of critical thinking is staggering. Moreover, what the shows get away with and how they stutter when they want to lead the way.

“Be better, senator.” – Falcon.

What was he supposed to say? There isn’t a solution.
I wonder if it was originally written as ‘be best’ but was removed because it could be seen as a link to Mrs. Trump.

I feel that there’s already a push to return to Florida.
Honestly, I haven’t given it much thought. I’m doing well here. I’m not sick. I’m not puking. The headaches are gone. I’m starting to feel that I can think again. It’s good. Heck, I’m trying to write again. I just need to make it fiction instead of fact.

I just hope that next time isn’t as bad as last time.
Constant headaches suck.

I’ve forgotten how good Nickleback is.
Maybe I should listen to Type O and Concrete Blonde. It’s been forever since I listened to them too.

So, tomorrow… gym again, I guess. I’m kind of stuff to watch but there’s bound to be something out there. Then, class and phone call. Not exciting, but I’m actually liking this.

Although, I have to admit that I’m really starting to see a lot my Bucket List things go. At this point, I’m kind of accepting that I won’t be able to visit Europe and Japan. I’ll be lucky if I get to be a tourist in D.C. I’ll probably never go to all of these national parks I want to go to or even see the Northern Lights.

That could just be my age talking but it hasn’t happened so far. The hope of doing things like that in the future is waning.

I’ve catagoried my years by fears and what I think was needed instead of wants and desires.

If I had my contrary way, I wouldn’t settle in a place for more than a year or two before going somewhere else. You know, just long enough to absorb some of the culture before moving on.
I’d owe my soul to Visa and Mastercard.

Sucks being responsible.