Well, there you have it. It’s midnight so it’s May 8th. My birthday. I’m fifty years old. Bring on the existential dread. Happy effing birthday.

Well, there you have it. It’s midnight so it’s May 8th. My birthday. I’m fifty years old. Bring on the existential dread. Happy effing birthday.

I hadn’t even left yet and I was already missing them like crazy.

This morning before work I went to the cellar to do some laundry. While there I took a few minutes to do some walking and start today’s exercise.
I was shuffling along, looking at the recently repaired duct work in the ceiling and checking out where they removed the ceiling tiles. That’s when I found this….

Huh? What the hell? What could that be doing there, screwed into the joist, hidden by the drop ceiling. I have no idea.
So I guess Patches likes rice pudding. Weird. Insert the Jeff Beck song here.


Apple Air Tag for the win. I’ll never lose my keys again. Granted, I can’t remember a time where I lost my keys in the past, but let’s not worry about that.
I’m home. The visit was great even if the pandemic bummed me out. Dad was really tired but he’s getting better, slowly but surely.

Inside…. Trying not to freak out. Failing.

May the 4th be with you, everyone!
