14,019 Days Alive
2 Chimichangas Eaten
1 Piña Colada Margarita Consumed
Well, best laid plans went a little awry today. The developer didn’t change Bubbles’ hair color as much as I hoped so well be redoing it tomorrow.
Continue reading “Of Rummy and Rain”
12,858 Days Alive
1 Successful Experiment
So I made kielbasa with peppers and onion tonight. As an experiment, I deglazed the pan with a splash of the 19 Crimes red wine we have left over from spaghetti night last weekend. It came out pretty good!
Continue reading “Of Cooking and Catnaps”
So I forgot to swap out the decks in my purse last week, so it’s the Bicycle Firefly deck again for #TarotTuesday
Continue reading “Lunch Break: #TarotTuesday”
12,538 Days Alive
$48 in Returned Craft Supplies
6 Halloween Cards Made
1 Birthday Present Given
We went to the Melting Pot tonight as an early birthday celebration for my Darling Wife. As always, we had fun.
Continue reading “Cheese, Chocolate, and Card-Based Creativity”
12,475 Days Alive
8,142 Books to Read
We’re playing Cards Against Humanity at the kitchen table with our friend Rea, my Darling Wife, and Tink.
Continue reading “Chicken, Cards, and Cacophonous Laughter”
12,337 Days Alive
5,351 Books to Read
207 Book Reading Challenges To Pick From
6 Days Till the Next Adventure Starts!
5 Games of SkipBo Played
2 Days Left in 2019
>1 Day Till We See J and Bill6 and Give Them Their Belated Yule Gifts
We’re in the home stretch of 2018 here and I have never been so glad to see the back end of a year.
If I had to boil 2018 down and spit out a phrase, it would be “catastrophic amounts of change”.
2019 will be better.
I have to keep telling myself that.
Today was mostly spend struggling to get the hell out of bed.
I’m still having horrific nightmares and flashbacks every damn night. I’m perpetually exhausted. And I’m also stuck in mega fast forward. My entire body hurts. Every joint is in pain and finding a comfortable position sitting or lying down is near impossible. It makes me wish that my CBD pills weren’t $50 a bottle still. And if the visit to get my medical marijuana card wasn’t five times that it would be an option. But now I make less than $2k a month and have to be careful where I expend money.
The weather was nice, at least.
Fog choked skies and smattering of sunshine as my Darling Wife and I raced away from Downtown Tampa towards Deej’s home. Subway was the meal of choice and I heartily enjoyed the tuna salad bowl I got.
The incessant pain made today’s visit a little less fun. I couldn’t help but be uncomfortable but I tried to have fun anyway. We played SkipBo with Deej and their momma. It was fun. And I even won a round!
I’ve got to turn in for the night. My head is honestly killing me.
Take your meds, friends. And never be afraid to ask for help.