Grump Central Archive: Week of 23 August 2020
Saturday, 29 August 2020
After yesterday's post about discontinuing my daily ritual, I've heard from a bunch of people urging me to continue. It's nice to know I have so many well-wishers out there. I confess I'm not feeling well. I'm weaker every day, all of the old symptoms are slowly remerging, and I can't escape the feeling deep in my bones that my days are numbered. How many? I've no idea, but I'd be surprised if I make it to 2021. A friend of mine has been given the keys to my online domain, and he'll keep the lights on for me after I'm gone, so people can still enjoy the fruits of my virtual labors.
Friday, 28 August 2020
Increasingly I'm at a loss as to what to post. Sometimes I regret setting this as a challenge for myself. Sometimes I just want to stop all of this. But I know I'd come to regret forsaking my online audience.
Thursday, 27 August 2020
Two years ago today, I was enjoying the freedoms offered by the end of the commercial property sale debacle, and I treated myself to a nice big tool chest, something I'd wanted for many years, and wondered if I'd ever have the chance to own. Under the current circumstances, the desire for material things has all but evaporated. Strange.
Wednesday, 26 August 2020
Temps had been steadily dipping into the lower 80s over the last couple of weeks; now they're popping back up into the 90s, with chances for thunderstorms almost every day (not to mention hurricane Laura is tracking to hit us next Sunday). Last year at this time it was nowhere near as bad, since I was outside busily installing all of the gutters.
Tuesday, 25 August 2020
My boys make a visiting friend feel welcome.
Monday, 24 August 2020
My demon is nipping at my heels in a major way.
Sunday, 23 August 2020
I don't understand Zack. Most cats are super-sensitive about noise... and yet his new favorite spot is as close to the speaker as he can get! SMDH