And is something of a sadist. Ya know, I had this whole bit. About getting older, and how you start getting slower and, uh, things that take longer. But there was a time when I swore an oath to avoid toilet humour when I’m writing. Yes, I sometimes fail. Not the point. It takes me…

— My brain, just now. I swear, it’s a scene waiting to be written. Guy lying on a psychiatrist’s couch, decked out in a tunic, trousers and a cloak. AND a helmet with horns protruding from the left and right sides. Your classic Freudian office set up. There’s just one problem. I don’t know if…

I’m not gonna rant about the interpretation of the second amendment or America’s unhealthy fixation on guns. I mourn these children, as does everyone else. But I have an unhealthy fixation. To run to social media. Because I can’t just grieve on my own. I need to be part of the conversation. I need to…

Nine years. Nine fucking years. I’m coming up on nine years since I quit smoking. A year since I gave up vaping. And I don’t miss it. I still have 3 of the mods on my desk. Haven’t been able to let them go. You know. In case. They’re a relic of my past. Archaeologists…

I have Country Roads stuck in my head. Not the John Denver version. This one (Yes, my love. You’ll have to go to the blog and not just read the email if you want to understand the reference.) What does that have to do with the title? It doesn’t. It was in my head, and…

I barely made it through the day. Been non-stop on a client project they needed turned within twenty-four hours. Took me nineteen (not including a two hour nap). So far. We pushed the deadine to Thursday afternoon. There are a few final things I couldn’t get done. This is my life as a freelancer. There…

I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair manHe says he’s been down this road more than twiceHe was high on intellectualismI’ve never been there but the brochure looks nice Sheryl Crow I sometimes dream of road trips. Can never remember the destination. Don’t know if there ever was one. And never with the…

(TLDR: I go on some wild tangent – again – hinting at baring a piece of my soul, but it could also read as bullshit. Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here.) Mollie and I went to see Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness earlier today. But this isn’t about the movie. No spoilers.…

Fresh from a visit from Harold. My manifestation of despair. I was in the kitchen, making a grilled cheese panini for my wife. Decided to have a late-night snack. And that led quickly into my recent heart scare, and receiving not one but two mailed confirmations of my appointment with the cardiologist at the end…

I’m not the type of person who stays until the last wedding song. I’m more than happy to slip out after the cake is cut, get some fresh air, and then take the long route home.Especially on a Sunday.In Hamilton.But not tonight, for it’s Maddy and John’s wedding. And I am here to celebrate their…