The past couple of days have been beautiful. Perfect temps, holly flowers blooming, bees buzzing all around, no rain, and mostly no wind. Just wonderful.
The rest of this year might offer up a stock market collapse, a currency collapse, famine, and nuclear war, so I'm trying to savor these good days while I have the chance.
Remember the good days always, folks, for it is the doom of men that they forget...
In recent months, I've become concerned about my increasing weight. I have since made some small alterations in my diet. I think they're working, too.
I swear my forties have been nothing but one physical ailment after another. But I am fighting, and I am overcoming these problems. It's slow going, but I'm making progress.
My main challenge right now is psychological. Caffeine helps in that regard. So does music.
And on that note, if you need a pick-me-up, you can hardly do better than some Stan Bush.
No problems in my neck of the woods, fortunately. Two days of rain and a lot of lightning, but not much wind, so that's good.
Folks in Middle Georgia got hit hard, though. If any of y'all are reading this, I hope you're okay.
The Masters is looking to be chilly and windy, so the golfer who wins might just be the one who adapts to the conditions the best rather than the one who can play the course the best in less turbulent weather.
In other news, my taxes are done, and I got some outdoor chores done before the rain came, so I'm feeling pretty good about all that. Now if only I could finish the woodworking project that's been driving me batty...
I hope I didn't just jinx it with that blog post title. lol
Looking forward to my favorite flowers blooming. Looking forward to not being cold.
I'm going to make an effort this year to get more sun exposure on my skin. I was deficient in this the last couple of years. The whole Covid thing made me a hermit. I've got to break out of that.
I hope you all have a nice spring.
A credit card dispute was recently resolved in my favor. My opponent was a huge company with a lot more power and influence than I'll ever have.
The monetary amount wasn't very big, though I still wanted my money back. The principle of the matter, though, is what was really getting under my skin. And now justice has been done.
It feels good to get this win. :D
I went out of state this past weekend. The last time I went out of state, I came home with a sinus infection and was sick for two weeks. This time, no sinus infection. I'm quite pleased about that.
It's been difficult for me to focus on things. Too many distractions. My sleep habits have been topsy-turvy. I really hope things settle into a rhythm soon.
There was a cold snap this past weekend, and it killed off some of the flowers. The rest of this week, though, is supposed to be above freezing, so hopefully spring is on the way. It's currently 55 and raining.
I realized today that I haven't seen as many pigeons as usual in recent months. Then I remembered that a hawk had taken up residence in the area, and I put two and two together.
Tomorrow's St. Patrick's Day, and that means lots of drunk people out and about, so y'all be careful out there.
It's sawing them so that they fit together cleanly that's tough. For me, it's basically impossible. I'm a terrible woodworker.
The good news is that I'm building something for my niece, and she's only nine years old, so maybe she's still young enough so that she'll be grateful for the item anyway and not dwell on its imperfections.
In other news, my parents are getting better. They're still a little sick, but only in a minor way. They should be back to normal soon. This is their second bout with Covid-19, and this one came after both had been double-vaxxed.
The weather's going to be nice this week. That will suck if we get nuked; rain washes fallout away, and a lack of rain will allow it to linger. But at least this stuff is happening in March rather than July so we don't have to try to survive without air conditioning.
I've been imagining a dystopia story for a while now. I've made some notes and am slowly letting it gel in my head. Are people interested in reading dystopias at times like this? I honestly don't know. But "bad timing" is the story of my life, and I've never been able to avoid it, so I might as well just do what I want and let the chips fall where they may.
