I'm writing this from my new place, about 20 minutes away from my old place. This one is a condo, with about 500 more square feet, an extra half bath (for 2.5 total), a tankless water heater, and 2 count 'em 2 long flights of stairs - one up from the underground parking and one from the 1st floor to the 2nd. I haven't counted the stairs yet but it definitely works as cardio. I feel bad for my
My crystal ball is just as bad as everyone else's. Maybe even worse. It feels like maybe we won't need to panic anymore. That would be nice. Maybe it's just the spring in the air.
If this ISN'T the end of Covid then I have a request. Can it pretty please morph into something like turbo Ebola that kills you within 24 hours? The lingering is no fun.
I've become lucky enough over the last several years to have a re-occurring theme in my dreams. Not every night - I don't even remember my dreams every night, and then not 100% of the time when I do remember them.
Mostly, it's the old saw of flying, with a notable twist - I'm flying via telekinesis. Very pointedly telekinesis - no wings, no tech (which seems weird if you know me much).