The countdown to symptoms has begun, I suppose. I got both my flu and covid vaccine/booster today. About four hours ago. I think I’m due for a fever in about two-to-four hours if it’s like it was the first couple times I got the covid jab. We’ll see. Maybe this time...

Hey hey! I felt normal today. Whew. Taking the drugs last night worked. I am not, in fact, getting sick. Just…starting up a new routine I suppose. Body freaking out just like the mind is. Sigh. I wish it wasn’t so, but it is. And it’s good news, actually. I’d rather...

So…champagne. Damn, that stuff gives a hangover, doesn’t it? Both Liz and I. We finally opened our new years’ champagne, and we drank about 2/3s of it—not even the whole thing!—and we both woke up feeling like shit. It’s happened before. I remember one new years I had...

I got to play a little DJ set tonight. I had planned to actually record a 55-minute set for use while I write, but the little digital recorder we use was actually full on its memory card. Oops. But, that ended up being just fine, because I kind of experimented...

Quick one tonight so I can read before it gets tooo late. But…I woke up on time! I did some outlining! I finished up the last little bits of Netflix work that I had to make up because I stumbled going into my last few days before the holiday break. I was just burned...

First thought of the new year: it’s really fun to learn Brit turns of phrase, particularly those used commonly at the turn of the century/millennia, by watching Grand Designs. Yes, we are still obsessed. It’s our show around this time of year. I started day 1 of the...

We Grand Designed it into the new year. Pretty sure we were watching the show this time last year. We were rolling up our sleeves and prepping the house for the move, to be honest. Painting. Cleaning. Boxing. Updating fixtures. It was…so much work. This year we got to...

I’m getting organized, y’all. Whew. FINALLY. My desk is clean. It’s been…a long, loooonnngggggg time since that was last true. It’s been a YEAR, man. Busy, busy, busy. I’m still recovering from the move. But, I am recovering. Finally. Shit is getting ticked off the...

Coco be FIGHTING taking her meds lately. Ugh. She’s so smart. She figures out that we’re putting pills inside her meatballs and she doesn’t want to eat them. Or, rather, she eats the meatball parts, and spits out the pills. Then we have to shove them down her throat....