Only on Tuesdays.

I’m in a bit of a race against time, in exactly the way I always enjoy. Last minute, late night, low stakes.

Better not forget this last one.

Convenient of 2024 to end on a Tuesday.

Well, instead of documenting the year every week, I’ll be backposting from the end of the year, which was, in fact, almost exactly as destructive as I anticipated it being. I’ve had a lot of thoughts and lost a lot of time this year, remembering that writing is a thing I can do has been difficult at best, and keeping a schedule… ahhh.

This is going to be a little bit of a struggle, but I’m going to do it.

I’m very tired.

Ten days later, a moment before a disaster.

Blisters in the sun have nothing on sore knees in the rain.

Gunpowder treason

No one talks about that these days. But perhaps we should think about it more.

Today was an awful day.

The last of October winds blew around me as I walked, so slowly the me of several years ago could have beaten myself in a race in my sleep.