Welcome to my thoughts on a page. Living in the now is hard. Sometimes I drop off my past here so I can get back to enjoying the present. 🖤
I have been burying all of it in my STUFF (in a very orderly way, of course).
It’s drafty and chilly. There are holes in some parts of the drywall. Despite the hiss of a probably almost expired water heater along with some street traffic and light neighborhood noise, it’s generally quiet.
During one of our drunken chats a few years ago, we came up with a big goal of starting a blog or a podcast. It was an alcohol fueled idea.