A Subdued Thanksgiving

I had a Thanksgiving post scheduled to go, yesterday. I pulled it at the last minute because it didn’t really fit my current mood. I’m not sure that it would have fit anybody’s current mood. I had a pretty mellow Thanksgiving this year. Just two of us, and not at Waffle House, either. All said

National Novel Writing Month and YOU!

Today is the second day of Nanowrimo, which means that by midnight tonight, I should have somewhere in the neighborhood of… math, math, math… 3,334 words. That’s all of my stories for the Storytime Blog Hop next year, and a solid start on something a little more serious to submit for publication. Obviously, this post

Getting Out (At last!)

I haven’t had the chance to get outdoors much this summer. A little backyard camping, and some lounging around in my hammock. I could do more. But to be honest, I’m pretty drained by the time I get off work. There are neighbors. And my schedule… Well, I’m ready to crawl into my tent just

The Times, They Are A–What the Fuuuuu-?!!

Ah, Hanes. Purveyors of economy underwear and socks in bulk… Well, it was bound to come to this. We have face masks by the box. Obviously, I bought a box. Black and white. I got black. The white ones seem just a little too much like wearing underpants on my face. There’s the part of

Luncheon With the Future Mrs. You Bastard

In one of the more misguided social-distancing efforts, tables have been removed from the break room, and chairs have been removed from the tables that are left. That would be all fine and good, but the truth of the matter is that it forces people to sit together (even when they wouldn’t have, before) and

Being Eaten By a Swarm of Bears While Thinking About What If

I spent three nights in the tent last week. The low temperature was in the teens, and my high sleep score (Thank you, FitBit.) was 82. That is, I slept “better” in the tent than I usually do in the house. (Possibly because the sleeping bag has a few straitjacket tendencies, so there’s less tossing

How NOT to Do Emotional Labor

A few days ago, one of the higher-ups pulled us all into his office to inform us that a co-worker had passed away. The news wasn’t entirely unexpected. The co-worker in question had been recently diagnosed with inoperable cancer. And yes, we all know the prognosis is not good. After the meeting, he turned the

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