NOVEMBER NONO: Thirty. Take that, Jack.

I did it. Done, baby.

and now, something entirely random. (I know… shocking.)

  1. I had to light the pilot light again this morning. Suggestions were that the wind is blowing it out. like, down the chimney to the basement and out. Is this a thing? I’m going to call plumbers again but since zero of the three companies I called last time ever responded to me? I’m not going to hold my breath.
  2. I had to drive to my ex’s to get the forgotten chrome book of kid #2. it was the first time I’ve ever been in there that it actually looked like a legit home and not some weekend camp. Its the best feeling, to know they’ve got a cozy spot when they are away from me. finally.
  3. I’m dealing with another edit on a story i’ve ghostwritten. Its a learning curve but I’m getting impatient for the learning curve to stop curving. This is not a good attitude to have.
  4. I bought a ton of plastic sheeting for the windows. Time to get to it. If I’m not here tomorrow you’ll know what i’m doing.
  5. My kids had their soccer intramural league cancelled because of an impending storm. there is some rage amidst a growing dissatisfaction with isolation and not seeing friends. this is a thing to worry about and handle, and currently it feels a little out of my control, as I’m concentrating on limiting exposures. a contradiction of intents. a contextual problem, a bomb.
  6. I keep feeling the radiator to make sure it is on. I am going to burn the shit out of my hand at some point.
  7. I’ve watched a handful of romantic style christmas movies. they are unrelentingly terrible. why is this a thing? and why have i watched a handful? who am i becoming?
  8. I’ve fallen off the food planning/pandemic wagon and I got take out twice for my kids this weekend. this is not the season to do this, but its definitely a hernia in the system, the constancy of food production. I’m weak. I’m weak! I sometimes literally hate the food production.
  9. There is clean laundry covering the kitchen table. Covering. Do you think that I can get away with skipping food production if I tie it to them putting clothes away?
  10. The Wiz, baby.

November, I have loved you.

Let us see what December holds.

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