It's OK that January got away from me. It was a rather thick month - as it usually is. Did I tell you already how Amy is going to switch birthdays with me next year? That or I decide to only celebrate my 1/2 birthday. I need a fricking pool party, that's what I'm saying here, people.
Except, the second I express angst on my dearest of months I am reminded that a prairie sunrise at Redpath in January is truly a winter wonder. I got one this year! And an hoot owl serenade to boot.
So here's to the garnet!
Day 1 of February: I think there is a big game today. I really don't support the NFL, but in honor of Pete's concussed head, we'll probably watch. Even though he shouldn't be watching TV. It was a curling incident a few nights ago that was not likely handled properly. So I give it to the NFL - at least they have standards and protocols. I just checked his pupils, confirmed he didn't feel sick to his stomach and we went to bed. Room for improvement on the emergency situations, right? Hopefully he got some rest last night and escalations are kept to zilch today. I have some jalapeno stuffed mushrooms I'm gonna make and maybe some wings. Lazy Sunday Is In Order.
In other news: I got a Smith-Corona!! I am merely the custodian of my dear Aunt Lezlie's old typewriter. It's glorious! The g and w stick a bit, but I will figure that out soon enough. I've already gotten a few letters out the door and it feels great. One thing about typewriters: You screw up, you gonna start over? Or you just gonna make it work? The editing, re-editing, and uber-editing are eliminated from my insane message dispersal process. It's awesome!
I have some sun lined up for my bad self. Mexico and Florida for sure. Maybe another Florida and an Arizona mixed in there too. Lots of work anxiety continues to permeate my everyday life, but here, we write, we purge, we take steps towards corralling the concern and moving through it. Eat that Mars.
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