Kris is enjoying Get Fit Slowly, the new fitness blog that Mac and I are writing together. However, she likes it because she can make fun of us, not because she finds it useful. Apparently Mac recently wrote somewhere (though I can’t find it) that he’s feeling better rested because he’s going to sleep earlier …
David, the new salesman at Custom Box Service (my replacement), starts work on Wednesday. To prepare for his arrival, we’re buying lots of new toys: a new Honda Element, a new computer, a new office. (Well, the new office is still several months out, but it’s in the cards.) Jeff took care of the car, …
Yessir, this full-time writing stuff is going to be amazing. On Sunday, I generated ten blog posts on various topics. (None of them for foldedspace, sadly.) Today, I produced 28 single-spaced pages for an e-book project. The mind boggles. (Of course, much of that material was refurbished from previous bits, but still…there was plenty of …
“Hold out your hands and close your eyes,” Kris told me this afternoon. She’d just returned from a shopping trip. “I have a surprise for you.” I held out my hands and closed my eyes. She gave me a cold plastic package. I opened my eyes to see she’d bought me a jump rope. “Guess …
“You need to put up something different at foldedspace,” Kris told me tonight when I went upstairs to tuck her in. “It’s been a week since your car trouble. You sound all suicidal and stuff.” “Hm,” I said. “You’re right. I just haven’t had time. And I’m not suicidal.” “I know,” she said. “But it …
Some days are cursed. Some days everything goes wrong. Most of the time I slog through those days, trying to get things turned around. Sometimes it works. Today, however, I’m giving up. My body and mind are telling me I need a break. It’s Star Trek and video games from now ’til bed time.
Kris comes home from work. I leave my computer to go visit. Kris: Tell me you didn’t wear that shirt today. J.D.: I wore this shirt today. Kris: … J.D.: What’s wrong with this shirt? Kris: You look like a fat lumberjack. J.D.: … Kris: Untuck it. I untuck it. That’s no good. Now you …
Busy busy busy. We are busy. Yesterday morning, book group met to discuss The Last American Man by Elizabeth Gilbert. This is not a good book. Gilbert has a strong, confident style, but she’s just a little too glib. Some might consider her twee. Worse, her subject is not worthy of a book-length exploration. In …
All the heat in my life is vanishing. First, the heater in my car gave out on Tuesday morning. I’m sure this is a quick fix, but I don’t have time to take it in. I’m playing Santa for Custom Box, so I’ll need to wait a week or so before I can have the …
Every day, it’s the same thing. The alarm goes off at 5:30. Kris hits snooze. The alarm goes off at 5:39. Kris pulls herself awake and heads downstairs for a shower. I pull of my C-PAP mask, roll over, grab my laptop, and then set it on my belly. While Kris is getting ready, I’m …