Been making an actual effort to emerge from my months of sluggishness, at least at work and with my journaling and health. The effort is up and down. Baby steps.
(On the health front, I’m focusing on standing up, hydrating, and sleeping when the new Apple Watch tells me to. It’s not much, but it’s something.)
I actually told a colleague yesterday, “I really don’t want another lost year like 2024. That’s what a lot of it felt like.”
Onward. That may well be my word for 2025. Onward.
I just mowed down an entire bag of Doritos. I mean, a 9-ounce bag. So much for the health resolutions I wrote out this afternoon. š
Well, crap. This is the kind of thing Iām trying to overcome in 2025.
I spent way too much time during a dull meeting today riffing on name variations for my Bluesky handle. This replaced Fa-la-la-la Fluffbucket and Auld Lang Fluffbucket this afternoon. More to come.
In my happy place tonight, on J.R.R. Tolkienās birthday, with āThe Two Towers.ā
I just made peanut butter and strawberry preserve sandwiches using leftover pancakes. And they were good. Please clap.
I think I finally get it. This is overgeneralizing, I know, but here goes.
Bluesky informs me and makes me laugh. Threads makes me contemplate and feel.
Yes, they switch roles periodically. But thereās a complementary yin/yang thing going on for me. No need to pick one over the other. I like that.
Social media: Without downloading new pics, what’s your energy going into 2025?
Honestly, I couldnāt decide between this and two other options (see below). Iām not so much mad at God as I am at elements of the Church, fundamentalists, and other right-wing religious absolutists.
I tend to fluctuate between anger, stress eating, and generic seething.
The Changing of the Planner is complete; 2025 looms in all its charcoal gray glory. Looking forward to leaving 2024 behind.
Trying to decide if I want to take a chance on the game News Tower. My nostalgia for the news business has largely dissipated in the nearly 15 years since I left it, but Iām intrigued by the idea of a video game where I play the editor of a 1930s-era New York newspaper.
Muting all terms on social media involving the sport and team I love as my teamās GM continues to sit tight while other teams make blockbuster moves.
I donāt need to be more depressed about the state of the world than I already am.
I got an Apple Watch for Christmas and am trying to breathe and hydrate when it tells me to every hour. It kind of helps, but then I worry about how my life is so far gone that it takes an electronic doodad to get me to inhale and drink water.
Took the day off w/post-Christmas slowness. I could spend this early weekend start cleaning out my office, but that means spending more time in my office than Iād like.
It was a good day for an impromptu Indian lunch with the husband and the best masala chai Iāve had in ages. Itās the small things.
A colleague just turned me on to “A.P. Bio.” I need the laughs. It had me at Paula Pell flashing a photo before a classroom of students and screaming, “This is my cervix! Who can tell me the five things wrong with it?”
Funny how I watch much more TV since cutting the cable cord years ago.
Working on this Boxing Day. I do have random Grateful Dead sets keeping me company, and at least I can wear the blanket hoodie and slippers that F picked out me for Christmas.
My brain feels as foggy and drizzly as the weather. But that’s honestly nothing new these days.
On my second viewing of āFellowship of the Ringā with the family on this Christmas Day. Extended version this time.
I very much want to be a hobbit when I grow up.
So much lack of seasonal joy this year on social media. Not quite despair. Much grief, sadness, ennui. This is perhaps nothing new, really, but people seem much more open about it this year. And so many face the New Year with dread, myself among them.
All that said, I’m still wishing us all peace.
Just watched the Kennedy Center Honors tribute to the Grateful Dead wind down. Will never get used to Bob Weir looking like he should be on a box of frozen fish sticks.
Starting my second viewing of “Somebody Somewhere.” I know I keep going on about it, but I’ve really needed this show.
Grief, loneliness, feeling like an outsider, finding one’s tribe. There’s a lot there. And I love it all.
Linking this here for my own reference as we as a family dive deep into the “Lord of the Rings” universe: “How to Watch the Lord of the Rings Movies and TV Show in Order: A Guide to Middle-earthās Epic Saga” (People).
Almost all of my Christmas shopping has been online. Finally got out for a few analog retail errands and it was surprisingly not insane.
Grateful to not have to get out much until Christmas Eve Mass on Tuesday. Fingers crossed that I can log out a little early from work that day.
Made my first batch of holiday fudge last night; F brought a big container of it to share with her D&D group this afternoon.
I used to make five or six varieties every December to give out. Havenāt done that in a couple of years. Not feeling it again this year.
That said, Iāll make more regular fudge and some ube fudge, and make some candied almonds. Maybe a batch of cookies. All pretty simple. But Iām not getting ambitious like I have in the past.
Generally pretty low energy this season. Hard to tell if itās related to physical health, grief, or depression ā or all three.
I look forward to having Christmas come and go, leaving that ādead weekā through New Yearās Day without all the holiday pressure. At least I have something to look forward to.
Feels like a remarkable number of baseball legends died this past year. This list that ran with Rickey Hendersonās obit in the NY Times is startling.
Happy seasonal Caturday.
Husband found the weighted blanket I feared had ended up into a Goodwill pile.
I am never leaving my recliner again.