The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 36

The weather is spectacular today.  Sunny, 67 degrees, the slightest touch of a breeze, not a cloud in the sky.

When I looked at the forecast I was excited that I’d get to open every window in the house and make it feel like a Springtime paradise.

Nope.

Three houses down from us, our neighbors are having work done on their roof.  The crew doing the work are listening to music at a borderline absurd volume.  When I opened the windows in our bedroom (current home of my work-from-home desk) I was assaulted by lame music.

Damn it.

I was hoping for a quiet day with just the breeze to keep me company.  Instead I have to play my own music to drown out their music*.  Granted, my music is awesome so it’s okay.  It’s just not what I wanted today and I want what I want god damn it!

 

*The Sonos speaker in the bedroom has been playing through a playlist consisting of all Genesis records that include Steve Hackett on guitar.  I’ve already burned through Nursery Cryme and Foxtrot.  Right now I’m on Selling England by the Pound track three, “Firth of Fifth.”  Steve Hackett’s shining guitar solo moment.  A career defining moment if ever there was one.  So my music is amazing.  The roofers’ music… not so much.

Tahiti

We are obsessed with candles. Why? No clue. Let’s blame COVID-19.

I just lit a new candle called Tahitian Nights. Strangely it doesn’t really smell like anything. I would have expected that nightlife in Tahiti would smell like salt water, sweat, and maybe vomit. Nope.

Wednesdays are Always Good Days

Today is Wednesday and Wednesdays are good days.  Why?

At some point this afternoon/evening, after the “school day” ends, the kids will be coming over.

Wednesdays and Thursdays are good days because Wednesdays and Thursdays (and alternating Fri-Sun) are kid days.

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 35

Nothing specific making me feel stir crazy today..  More like everything working together to subtly drive me ape shit.  My fuse is short and it’s burning bright.  I need to stop feeling on edge.

I put a couple of broken down cardboard boxes out with the trash today.  So did one of my neighbors.  The trash pick up was about eight hours later than usual.  I wonder if it was a different team.  They didn’t take the cardboard.  They didn’t take my neighbors cardboard either.  We’ll try again next week.

I slept really well last night.  Well, better than most nights at least.  It doesn’t matter.  I’m feeling really tired today.  My eyes are also feeling really tired today.  I’m seeing blurry.  I’m tired of this.  See what I did there?  I said I was tired and then I said I was tired of this?  Dig it?  Ugh.

I have to put together a piece of furniture tonight.  The box it came in weighs about 2,143,561,365,242,642,315,447,257 pounds.  Okay, that’s an exaggeration… but only a small one.  It probably weights 70 pounds and it’s huge.  We’re not going to use this piece of furniture for what we purchased it for, but we’ve come up with an alternative use but that doesn’t change the fact that the box weights a ton.

I have two candles burning on the table next to my desk.  I’m guessing if the lock down continues long enough I will have 20 candles burning on the table next to my desk.  At least.

Why can’t I keep my glasses clean?  It’s bad enough they aren’t strong enough anymore, but the least they could do is stay clean.  Jerks.

I tried to keep up with the hourly push ups today but I am so wiped out from moving that furniture box into the house yesterday, along with all of the push ups from yesterday, that I am just too sore and tired to do it.  I did a few, early, but I can’t keep up with it today.  Try again tomorrow, fatty.

My back hurts.  My legs hurt.  My arms hurt.  My eyelids hurt.

Quarantine sucks today.

Buddy Christ

Cleaning the kitchen…

Opened a cabinet that hasn’t been opened in almost 10 years…

BAM!

“The Buddy Christ. Now that’s not the sanctioned term we’re using for the symbol, just something we’ve been kicking around the office, but look at it. Doesn’t it… pop? Buddy Christ…”

Thank you, Kevin Smith. We are forever in your debt… even if I haven’t seen Jay and Silent Bob Reboot yet…. or Tusk…. or Yoga Hosers. Gimme a break, dude. I’m getting to it. I mean I did see Red State, so I’ve got that to bring to the table at least.