March 27, 2026 - it's been a good day

i have a reminder in my phone to give my oldest her meds. every night at 10pm. i'll see it pop up in about half an hour.

she doesn't live with us anymore and i hope she's doing okay. she lives with her bio dad in ashland. he's a good guy and he's doing the best he knows how to do. but she's struggling. and i'm glad i have the reminder. i'm not one to pray, but it reminds me every night to think about her and wish her happy and safe. i think it's ultimately the same thing. if nothing else, the 'nothing' i'm putting out into the universe for her is a reminder she is loved, even if I am terrible at it.

Nikki is a collection of saints in the body of a ridiculously hot woman, and she got the kids ready for Picture Day at school while I slept in an extra fifteen minutes. They look amazing, of course, and Nikki got pictures. They're my kids, though, so you'll hafta go through The Zucc if you wanna see. Chances are you came here from there anyway lol

every day, and now twice a day, I get to remind one of my partners to take her medicine. i've found I am more consistent taking my own medicine when i'm more aware that someone else cares whether or not I do enough to remind me. there's something magical about "I thought about you so patch your body's broken code" that you just can't get from an alarm in your cell phone. and it's an easy way I can show up every day for my remote partners. I wish I had so many more ways to show them love, but they all do know I love them and I am incredibly loved as well. there's no luckier person on your doomscroll timeline!

anyway the last couple days for Cindy's reminders I've been using photoshopped pictures of Marcus the Worm with different hairstyles and the text is like "Cindy, it is time / to consume your morning meds / remember your drugs" or something. I could check but my laziness right now has been earned and my phone is over there 

work wasn't bad. it was a brisk morning but a fairly pleasant drive in. I listened to Dark Tranquillity's song Ex Nihilo on repeat for the drive. I think I added it to Patti's playlist. It's just so pretty and brooding and it contains multitudes. 

I think I got the hardware caught up for the groups that currently need it, and I got that shipped out yesterday, so today I didn't have to move too far from my desk. In the office, since people seem to have some ESP telling them when i'm on the diametric opposite end of the building from where my computer is, i've taken to using my cell phone and Pixel buds, and i'm not shilling for them, but it has made life a lot easier when i'm in the lab and someone just needs to be walked through some easy troubleshooting.

my brother started a handyman business today. if you're in the Chattanooga / Rossville area and need pretty much anything done, he'll do it and he'll do it well, and you won't have to worry about him getting pissed off and throwing tools at you lol

just kidding, bro. I'm proud of you! you got this! when you get a Facebook profile lemme know and i'll do some ad-whoring, because I literally can actually personally vouch for your work.

on the way home I was putting on Shinedown and I honestly have no idea what I tapped but I ended up video calling Patti so that was a delightful ride home. I do not know why, but watching her do a bong rip was hella hot. (don't worry. red light. eyes on road.)

Nikki and I went to Jazz's to pick up some sweet-ass patio furniture. Jazz gave us a glider, a table, and two chairs. Fire pit this year is gonna be dope as hell. Nikki is amazing with Tetrising stuff into the Prius. we did it in two trips.

the yard is higher than Tommy Chong right now though. thankfully the manual rolly-mower (idk wtf you call 'em) with the rotating blade wheel and the 1930s-ass look? is awesome. I did a test strip in the yard and it was FUN

tomorrow if it's not hellaciously hot outside I'll see if I can convert the grass to clibbins 

I also need to research cat rescues in Dallas for Katy. She and her family will be moving with one of Robbie's best friends into a big beautiful house, but she's unable to take her cats, or at least not all of them, and she deeply loves her cats, but one or two of them might have feline leukemia (though one I think is in remission). it's a sad situation but it'll be a great move for all the humans involved.

Nikki and I are gonna hang out and watch Why Files and if I can stay awake, maybe Fallout, and if not, she'll probably put on some kinda murder documentary, which are, horrifyingly, universally pleasant to fall asleep to.

I am grateful.

I bitch a lot. But I am very, very blessed.

I am deeply loved by several mad and ridiculously attractive women. 

My job has been burning me, and I suspect all of my colleagues, out lately, but I genuinely have an awesome boss who works with my scheduling and the madness of my life. 

My kids are incredible! They are brilliant and funny and incredibly creative. I could swear they have perfect pitch. When they sing together, I can sometimes feel vibrations in the air as if demons are quaking in fear of the coven my children are about to unleash on their infernal asses.

sometimes when I'm just not feeling totally great i'll just type stuff without regard to capitalization. tonight I simply feel too lazy. despite the length of this particular beast, it's a series of miracles it got written.

anyway, happy sleepies, all. may the Force be all up ons.

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