A Tight Five

Correction from previous post: I am still writing. About 10k words so far. I don’t think anyone will ever read it, but I’m having fun and that’s the important thing.


So every night before I go to bed I put the dog in her crate and then I do a little monologue about the day we had and how good she was and what the plan for the next day will be. It always ends with me telling her goodnight and that I love her. It’s always ridiculous and sometimes I feel a little self-conscious summarizing the day out loud to a dog (and two cats, who are usually in the kitchen having snacks about this time of day), but over the past five years it’s been about the only daily habit I have (I cannot be depended on to remember to take my meds, brush my teeth, or eat).

I think it really started because after esso died, with the lockdown and weirdness and working from home it was hard to keep track of what day of the week it was, so telling her what happened during the day an what was on track for the next was useful for me.

I still have about a dozen reminders that pop up on my phone and remind me when it’s time to take out the trash or the recycling, or pay bills, or other important things.

Forever Young

First, I would like to report that I was wrong and it wasn’t an inflatable elf. It was Mickey Mouse dressed as a scarecrow. Whew.

So the title up there is Forever Young and that’s because I’m listening to a remix of it. A relatively new remix — like within the last 3 years. Which means that Marion Gold, now in his 60s, is out there singing his first single in his young voice shared forward through a couple generations so far. I hope he did want to live forever young because he’s got a good run going.

I don’t really have anything else to add. Got my car emissions test done. Maryland is considering ending the program so hopefully that’ll be the last one I need to get.