Staycation, or, the Art of Doing Fuckall

 I've been on holiday since last Thursday.

You know how it goes. You make all these plans to be productive, but what you wind up doing is sleeping late and playing your favorite MMO. I still have a couple of days to pull out some kind of productivity. More than likely it'll just be laundry and cleaning the bathroom. Executive dysfunction. We have met the enemy, and he is indeed us.

I have been trying to get back in the habit of a spiritual practice. I fell off the wagon, but I need to hop back on. It helps preserve my heart.

I had lunch with mom this past Friday. She's using a walker now. That was a mortality gut punch. I love her. My world will be hella different when she leaves this plane.

I played a bunch of ESO (Elder Scrolls Online) these days off. I am a member of a wonderful guild. They're very LGBTQIA+ friendly, and very welcoming to the trans community. And they had room for my goofy ass: Gen X, cis white male, adhd as fuck, and all over the place. It's a good group. I'm blessed. I have screenshots I need to crop and post to the guild Discord. I'll post them here, provided I can remember my imgur login.

I have no "mainstream" social media accounts nowadays. I briefly had a Bluesky account, but honestly, It did nothing for me. I really don't care about clout chasers and influencers. I have become an advocate of the Fediverse, decentralized networks, and protocols such as Sharkey and Mastodon. I've lost touch with all but a scant few friends from Facebook, but I don't have algorithms pushing stuff and people I don't care about into my feeds. And I'm not supporting Meta or Zuck, who has bent the knee to the fash. I have a fucking line. My great uncle didn't fight in WW II to see...well...this shit we have now. Here's where all you can find me.

I need to update my bio here.

 

I keep circling back to Florence. I want to hug her and cry on her shoulder.

 

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 Gobbledy-goddamned-gook.