my birthday!

For decades, I have usually treated my birthday as just another day, nothing worth making a fuss or big deal about. But, a couple of weeks back, I realized that I was genuinely looking forward to it this year.

And I don't know why. It's not like it's a landmark number, or like I have any unusual plans, or whatnot. I guess I'm just happy to be here.

2025 was objectively the worst year of my life. The world at large went to hell in a handbasket, in ways I never thought the world was going to do again. My day-to-day health took a pronounced downturn, leading to a major creative lull. And my loved ones faced many new significant hardships. It was like we were all struggling and floundering without letup.

And yet, subjectively I have had many previous years which I spent feeling low and miserable, and that honestly didn't happen this year. Down moments, sure, but overall my mood has been peaceful and even. This year taught me a lot about myself and how to navigate being me. So I guess that's good. 


I sure hope the objective sutff does better in 2026, though, for all our sakes.

getting an excellent dental check-up

The silver lining of a day of gastrointestinal distress: overnight I lost four pounds.

It recently became clear to me that I have gradually slipped into an unusually deep trough over the past while... but what's weird is how it finally clicked for me:

I've sorta noticed for a while that I don't feel like doing anything, lately. But my Aha Moment came when I realized I was tired and I thought, I don't even feel like resting.

Like, what's up with that....

 Eating fresh bloobs for the first time in half a year!

waking to a cool-comfy house [it won't stay that way long today....]

Woke with a migraine in one eye. The part I'm grateful for is that I put ice on it, and it actually listened to the ice pretty well [doesn't always happen].

something I don't usually get to see [I got curious]....