Day 4,417: Durge

Day 4,417: Durge

Got some bad news today. Not about me, specifically. Someone else. Which means I can’t say specifically, except that I’m very sad. Hard to write an entry tonight because that’s really all that’s on my mind, and it’s just not my story to tell. The pups are warm. I...
Day 4,416: Emersonian Mind

Day 4,416: Emersonian Mind

So I watched Megalopolis today. It was…a 138-minute plot synopsis. With one exception, there was one scene that felt like a real scene: with his mother. That felt real. The rest was pantomime. Pastiche. Untethered. I also don’t think Coppola actually knew what he was...
Day 4,415: Vocal Rest

Day 4,415: Vocal Rest

Woof. Today was WAY longer with work than I expected. Sigh. It’s okay. I think we got everything done. We’ll see in the morning. Almost a thirteen hour day. Yikes. I’m wiped. Time for sleep. Tonight’s photo was selected randomly, and what a photo. I miss her so, so...
Day 4,414: Brick By Brick

Day 4,414: Brick By Brick

Boy oh boy did I not want to get up this morning to do my writing. It’s been a week, folks. A week. And this one upcoming will probably be similar in that a lot is going on. For the rest of the year, in fact…but I am resolute. I don’t know how much of this detailed...
Day 4,413: Genius

Day 4,413: Genius

I’ve finally read The Martian. I know. Fourteen years late on that one, but I wasn’t reading much fourteen years ago. I went through decade-plus…probably fifteen years, during my late 20s and almost all of my 30s where I wasn’t hardly reading anything at all. It was...