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Prepping for a colonoscopy as we speak.

That is all.

*posted from bathrooms unknown

I’ve been adrift on the interwebs for a month now.

I don’t feel worse.

I might feel better. If nothing else there is hope and effort and at least a one in a billion chance of something really good happening to day.

It’s easy to despair. It’s easy for me to despair. It takes constant reminding that humans are progressing. Things are getting better on the whole. We may face the difficulties of today, but tomorrow will probably be better. We can make it better.

I can make it better.

I can add a little more hope.

Monday. (I still love Mondays.)

It’s gonna be a great day; it’s gonna be a great week.

I should finish chapter eleven of Brix this week. I’m very excited because there are only twelve chapters in the entire project. I would say book, but I think Brix will be two books. Or something else creative. It is way to big to be a single book, I think. I had trouble finding a printer for Tea (Conversations Over Green Tea and Iced Hot Chocolate), and Brix (Once Upon A Time Under The Sea) is almost twice as long in total. So probably two books.

More importantly we are heading to the exciting climax. The terrorist organization Triple V is coming to New Chai City to “Liberate” the inhabitants from the “open air prison” in which they live. Brix and crew must circle the wagons and fight them off. The good guys are out manned, if you count fighters, and severely out gunned. But the only other option is surrender, capture, and in Brix’s case probably death –Triple V hates the Praetorian Guard because they are sponsored by the UN.

Any it’s very exciting. To prepare I’m going to watch a shit ton of westerns. I mean, I was probably going to watch a shit ton of westerns anyway. But now I’m watching with purpose.

Or I may just watch the new Superman again. We’ll see.

My partner and friend is back in town. He was traveling in Europe over the last two weeks. His return was my deadline for some of the deliverables I wrote about a few weeks.

I have cognitively planned those items, but not yet completed them. Not to 100%. That’s okay. We’ll talk strategy and direction later this week.

Wrote.

Got a flu shot.

Worked out.

Not the best decision I’ve ever made.

I wrote well though. And that’s always nice I’m really looking forward to the weekend. Gonna spend time with the family. It’s wife’s birthday. There will be a party with cake and the ice cream I made. We’re going to watch some movies. And we’re going to eat some good food. So it will be a good weekend. I’m intending on being as news dark as I can. I’m kind of addicted to the news. So that’s always hard for me. But I’m going to do my best to be as news dark as I can.

As I’m typing this, I must admit that I’m already thinking about heading to the New York Times just as soon as I’m done here. That’s me.

I’m feeling reflective today. Probably because I’m going for my checkup later. Some people dread going to the doctor, probably because they are afraid of bad news I suppose. But I rather enjoy it. The doctor’s office is one of the few places I don’t feel badly talking about myself.

That goes back to unresolved childhood issues. The fun thing about therapy, in my experience, is it’s really good at bring shocks to the system into the light, but it is shit at resolving them. Sure my fear of climate change is tied directly to the massive lack of control and stability I felt during my formative years. That’s very insightful. Now fix it.

Umm we don’t really do that. We just make sure you understand where you came from (don’t end a sentence with a preposition).

So now I’m still deeply concerned about climate change but I have an extra layer of anxiety in the form of feeling like if I were a better patient I could resolve this fear despite the fact that our government is currently behaving like climate change is a hoax.

It’s not always great when I’m feeling reflective.

Wrote.

Worked Out.

Made Blueberry Cheesecake Ice Cream.

Yesterday was a good day.

Today is a teaching day. I’m fired up. It’s fun talking to my students. Keeps young.

Tomorrow is going to be another great writing day. All is well in my very small corner of the world.

Very, very small corner.

Going to get to write today. Life has conspired against me with sick children and sick parents (my parents, not me), so I haven’t visited Brix in a week. But today I’m heading under the sea. As soon as I finish this, actually.

I’m fired up. It’s going to be a great day. I love writing. I love telling stories. I love being creative. It’s one of the few things I do that makes me feel really good. Less depressed, less anxious. It’s good. Writing is redemptive.

I’ve deleted all the spam comments from the site. I had been neglecting that so it took a while. But now that there are no pending comments the stats page is at the top of my dashboard. And this page tells me that zero people have read any of the past twenty two posts. It’s possible the stat counter is wrong. It’s probable that it is not.

It’s discouraging. Not so discouraging that I want to get on social media, but….

And there, in those two incomplete sentences, is everything you need to know about me.

See you tomorrow.

I love a Monday. I hear a lot of TGIF, but I love a Monday.

To me Mondays are beginnings. I don’t know what’s going to happen this week. It’s exciting. Could be awesome. That applies to both the real world and the imaginary world. In the real world this could be the week the US Government starts to take climate change seriously. That’s a Monday announcement, not a Friday one. In the imaginary world maybe Brix meets an opponent she can’t defeat, or she gets herself into a jam that tough to get out of. (Don’t end a sentence with a preposition.) At the moment she’s facing a bomb she doesn’t know how to disarm. I think I know what’s going to happen, but you’re never certain until it happens. I tried to kill Johnny Quick like four times, but he kept surviving.

Fridays are the other hand are endings. The week is over. What’s happened has already happened. The blank page that began on Monday will then be full on Friday. The week is over. There is a sadness to that. In the real world people release news they want to bury on Fridays. More ICE crackdowns are announced on Friday. Illegal firing of people announced late afternoon on a Friday. A lot of bad news when they think people aren’t paying attention. Plus on Fridays the imagination needs rest. Nothing happens on Saturday or Sunday. Brix is frozen in place until Monday. That’s why Monday’s are awesome.