
I need to rebuild the music nook. Tonight.

I need to rebuild the music nook. Tonight.

We have something to be proud of again. I forgot what it felt like.

I
AM
SO
HAPPY!!!!
Our new Roomba kicked off its first automatic journey at 1:00 am.
It woke me up at 1:05 am.
The cat, as expected, is hiding in the living room scared shitless.
Holy crap, Roomba is loud!
I’m going to sleep now but before I do I want to leave the universe with one goodnight thought:
We are less than 14 hours away from the end of the trump administration.
Sweet dreams, America!
We are watching the COVID-19 memorial from earlier today. Ladies and gentlemen, friends and neighbors, brothers and sisters…. the adults are about to be in charge again.
It’s a beautiful thing. Empathy. Compassion. Civility. It seems like it’s been a million years since our nation valued these things. I can’t wait for tomorrow.
My step daughter, Bellana, just left. She’s spending a few days quarantining with school friends before heading back for the Spring semester. We won’t see her again for months.
You know the drill, I’m one part happy and excited for her and one part sad as can be that she’s not here.
Having feelings sucks some times. Maybe Mr Spock had the right idea.
My wife is a genius. A software genius, a mathematical genius, a genius genius, and now a culinary genius.

Hello and welcome to the robot apocalypse. DJ Roomba in the house!

The cat is displeased.
Patches wants the COVID-19 vaccination but she doesn’t trust the government. She’s afraid of The Man, but is optimistic that by Wednesday things will be super different.
