Six years ago today? Doomsdays, Gladiator tickets, funnelcats, birthday/Pamie babble, and 5k awards.
Five years ago today? Bad military jokes, pontification, and corrections from Mom.
Four years ago today? Melancholic about being single. A kick in the ass from a kick ass woman named Kim.
Three year ago today? Emotional rollercoasters, house anxiety, still pondering being a spinster.
Two years ago today? Writing a book, starting to feel iffy about the house, blissfully not a manager.
One year ago today? Going to E3 in Los Angeles, learning to grapple with the two teams I suddenly had to manage, a couple months away from an ER visit…and so damn busy I didn’t even do my annual post. Yikes.
I. Got a massage. Today. You should all be proud. In a moment I am going to go upstairs and make some things, eat some things, knit some things…and then go to a party, where I will stay the night.
My basement still leaks. My cats still fight. I still miss my grandfather.
Happy Cinco, Papo.
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