Morning snuggle with Mazzy
Morning snuggle with Mazzy
Tomorrow heβs going to ask me why heβs so sore. What do you think Iβll show him
In America
Hearing the cuckoo cry
I long for America.
Gaz-a-Lago. π
Oh to be 50 and re-starting that 12 month clock again after 6 months of bliss. I hate perimenopause. When will it end.
Morning coffee with Mr Mazzy Moose.
From an article in the Atlantic by Arthur Brooks.
Got the rest of the floors re-done in the house. And the painting. And new doorknobs. Iβm tired.
Lifeβs too short NOT to stand in the long line at the farmers market for the good eggs. Eat the good cheese. Drink the good wine.
Since jumping ship from FB and Insta, my latest short attention span theater has been the Enigma app - where people post their UFO sightings.
Sitting here remembering all the years I spent without a dishwasher or laundry in my house. Shoutout to all the appliances and robots in my life making things easier. Especially my roomba and litter robot. Money well spent. I love living in the future.
Left the house to see my Metallica summer camp brothers in Motorbreath at the Garden Amp.
Kev got me one of those Ember coffee mugs for Christmasβ for days like today when I find the cup I brewed like an hour ago, forgotten but still hot.
Redecorating the bedroom and got the art hung.
I just added Blocksite chrome extension to my browser that will redirect Facebook.com to the Getty images page for funny cat pictures.
Even though 2006 was one of the worst years of my life, I long for those pre-smartphone days. That was the last time my brain was present and I just lived my own life.