If it gives you any indication of how well my brain is not functioning… Time stamps tell me I created this draft July 12, 2025. Only took a full year. There are also, for some reason, more than 200 revisions. (Can’t leave well enough alone.) It’s not the most revisions a post has ever had. That…honor? embarrassment?…still goes to the three-thousand-some-odd-word…review? word salad?…I did for Panic’s final album. (Which has gone up since it was…
July. Ech. We had our water meter replaced this week. We’re getting our gas meter replaced later this month. Both utility companies decided this needed to be done this summer. I’m guessing because our house is twenty years old this year? I don’t actually know why now. The letter for the water meter said we needed to schedule an appointment to have it done because they need to come in the house to access it….
June. We turned the A/C on on May 24th and it has been hot ever since. I am already 100% done with summer and it isn’t even officially summer yet. Welcome to Ornery Cuss Season(TM). No–no, ornerier than usual. Ech. … The Weather Channel app keeps giving me notifications for weather that might happen in other states. Its supposed to just keep the current temp on my home screen, but suddenly alerts! Alerts! Irrelevant Alerts!…
May. Logically, I am aware that we have reached the fifth month of the year. And yet. My useless brain keeps screaming HOW IS IT MAY WHEN WE STILL HAVEN’T DONE SHIT WE NEEDED TO DO IN FEBRUARY. Anyway. Sometimes I wonder if I had gotten into WordPress back in the beginning, if I would have been able to hack and slash my way through learning how it worked like I did with other elements…
April. Right then. We keep having days of eighty-some-odd-degrees. But then there was also some snow. Because Minnesota. BUT! Look at this forecast. It’s open windows and hoodie weather. It’s so pretty. The kitchen faucet has been sputtering every time we turn it on, and making strange ticking noises when it’s turned off. The first time I questioned it, Bob said, could be sign of a leak. Did either one of us bend over and…
March. Sure. Warm. Cold. Warm. Snow. Warm. Snow. Warm. Blizzard. Snow. Cold. Snow. Warm. FIRE WEATHER. Sounds about right. It took five and a half years of fidgeting with it, but I finally wore out the Popsocket on my phone. I popped it open and my phone promptly went strangely…limp…in my hand and I realized the top half of the plastic was hanging by a quarter-inch connection. The last bit tore the rest of the…
