That Happens When Abnormal Because The New Normal For a While

One more thing on the subject of my prolonged “unwellness”:

I’ve come to realize that I’ve been out sorts for so long that I literally may not recognize right away when I am fully recovered.

I’ll Keep You Posted

As I’ve been alluding to off and on for a while now, I have been . . . unwell for some time. It’s nothing dramatic or dire, just . . . persistent, and I’d say currently I’m operating at about 75% capacity. I’d say this would mean full recovery is finally on the horizon, but I’ve thought that so many times at this point that I’m just going to admit that I don’t know.

What I can tell you is that at the moment I’m well enough to cautiously test out if a return to a more or less normal activity level triggers another setback or not, and so far that’s been going well.

Thoughts On Yet Another Rainy Afternoon

At this point I’d even put up with some fair-weather friends just to experience some fair weather . . .

Not My Joke, But Some Jokes Are So Bad You Just HAVE To Steal Them

Recently the winner of the 40th Annual Hemingway Look-Alike Contest In Key West was determined.

I’m told the resemblance was mind-blowing.

Because Choosy People Choose Not To Do It

There are a lot of unsung heroes in this world, but those who clean out old peanut butter jars should at least get a limerick now and then.

Not Always An Easy Task

Friends and family, among other things, are there to love you, accept you as who you are, and to, when necessary, call you out on your B.S.

You can always tell your true friends and family because they’re the one’s trying not to enjoy that last one TOO much.

I’m Still Behind The Curve On Other Improvements, But They’re Happening Too

Well . . . it’s happening slowly, but it is happening.

I’m getting better at goofing off.

And There’s Not A Lot Of Tools In That Box To Begin With

I know I’ve mentioned this sentiment before, but seriously people, the cheap “Betcha didn’t see that comin'” (but makes no sense) “shock” twist is the crudest tool in the hack writer’s toolbox.

That’s Putting It Mildly

Although circumstances may change in the blink of an eye, people change at a slower pace. Even motivated people who welcome change often encounter stumbling blocks that make transformation more complicated than they’d originally anticipated.

– Amy Morin

And Suddenly It Sounded Like Less Of A Good Idea

Walk with me on this one.

A while back our family got gifted with a set of assorted card games with custom decks for each game. One of those games was Old maid, and yesterday my son asked me if I wanted to play it.

Before answering I explained to him that the term “Old maid” was an outdated insult, but the game itself was harmless enough (beyond arguably needing a new name), so I said yes. The custom deck had matching fruit and vegetable cards, and the “old maid” card actually looked more like a young farmer that I thought like L’s Mother in overalls. (She agreed with this, by the way.) So it seemed like a good idea at that moment in time to suggest that we rename the game in our house after L’s mother.

Until I realized that by the rules of the game, whoever ended up with her card was the loser . . .