No idea what's going on. Busy as usual. With work, mostly. Growing bamboo and playing video games. Getting woken up by dogs licking my face. The puppies have been pretty good actually; they've gone weeks without going potty in the house at night. It wasn't common, but it wasn't uncommon and I was getting worried that they wouldn't grow out of it. I'm also much better about making sure the last thing I do before I go to bed is to take them outside and make them walk around. They have me trained, you see.

Now I sit and sip Mountain Dew and type my thoughts and ignore my feelings and the pain in my knee and shoulder and ponder that maybe that's what makes older people formidable fighters that they are already constantly in pain and what's a little more among friends.

I've made a pact with myself that every time I hear "Upwards Over The Mountain" by Iron and Wine, I will text or call my mom. It's that line, "Mother remember the blink of an eye when I moved through your body?"

Oh, and I'm taking the boys up to Flagstaff at the end of this month. Got invited along with a family friend, and it's their birthday month so why not. 

Diamond shoes tapping down a silver lane.

The key to separating real memories and false ones is the additional sensory information. 

I remember seeing an experiment where people were asked to observe a couple having a picnic for a brief period while taking pictures, and then after the people left, the couple was photographed doing a few other activities. Later, the participants were shown photos of events they observed and photos of events they didn't observe, like playing frisbee. Then they were asked to recall which ones really happened. And of course, they often believed they had observed the staged events because they were remembering seeing the photos.

I suppose if I knew I was being experimented on, I could pay extra attention to the sounds and smells of each event, or even pinch myself to increase the sensory information attached to teach memory. Less likely to be fooled.

I cut my hair last night and I feel better. I just like not having hair. 

Setting a timer is a small crime, I think. 

I meant to cut my hair yesterday, then I didn't.

What everyone needs is warmth. Like my warm towels. Very relaxing. 

It's Tai Chi; it's Judo.

It's a single hair follicle growing out of scar tissue.

I noticed you. I knew you. I was not ashamed.

Everything builds up.

We could have been the good guys.

Everything builds up. Junk mail sent forever to all the past occupants of a home.

A ten-minute song.

I wonder how many of my sentences start with "I". 

Grandiose tortoise. 

No sore throat today. And yet I remain suspicious. 

Is there much to do today? I think there is. Stop by the pharmacy. Dust. I can type with my head down not even looking at the screen. Will that change anything? More errors probably. Or maybe fewer? When someone is watching you type, you make more mistakes. Therefore, when no one is watching you type, not even yourself, you will become more accurate than ever. Amazing. I've solved it. I am genius boy with brain that is good. Time for pie.

I'm much happier when I'm not trying to fix anything. Not everything needs to be optimized. There is a freedom in accepting that . It will take some adjustment. Like not putting two spaces after a period. See you in hell, old-school typing rules.

Oh, one of my medications couldn't be filled because the doctor put the wrong year, 2020 instead of 2021. Thus, my refill is coming a little later than expected. I wonder how this will change me. If it will change me. But I wonder that about everything. 

Am I getting sick? Temperature is normal. Hard to tell with all my various allergies. Sometimes I'll get a sore throat and nothing else. Then it goes away by the end of the day.

I ended up not buying that fez I wanted. I got it for my friend as a birthday present. It's coming up next month. I hope it arrives in time.

Dang it, I forgot to pull the weeds in the front yard. I did trim the grass away from the bamboo. Quit competing with my giant bamboo, tiny grass! You are not wanted here.

My nephews got their second dose of the Covid vaccine. In two weeks, we will hit up our favorite buffet. 

Every good thing.

Must do their driving lessons also. 

If I wasn't sick, I definitely felt off this weekend. Sleep? Not enough water? What is it? What's down there, burrowing in my soul? Melancholy mole, sand shrew of suffering? Gopher of gout?

Another day, another fez. 

I do enjoy wearing my fez on occasion, and when this one popped up on Fez-o-rama I pretty much had to get it. It's an octopus, with tiki drinks, and it's wearing a little fez. Literally a hat on a hat.

There's another black fez that might look good for formal occasions. It's got a mystery die on it. 

There's a lot I like...just not the teal. (I just learned that the color teal gets its name from a bird, the Eurasian teal, that has a teal-colored stripe on its head. Smart bird, to name itself after the color named after it.)

Okay that makes me like teal a little more. 

That D-20, it mocks me. What then, do I feel this fez is saying? That I love tabletop games and brilliantly-colored water-fowl?

I suppose I will be going to the tiki convention next year, and it might be nice to have a selection of fezzes to wear. If that's going to be my thing. Suits and fezzes. I do have a tan suit as well that might go with this. 

Bah. Why am I doing this. Why am I doing anything. 

Busy day, working the phones and hustling the jive turkeys to give up that double-sweet moon cheese. 

Wait that's not what I do at all

Well I was on the phone a lot. 

I must have slept okay last night. Often that will help the hustle. I was also able to finish my workout with no real problems.

There were very few moments today when I had to grit my teeth and growl at myself to "Shut. Up."

What else? Bamboo is growing and I am pleased. I suppose I must be patient. 

Twitch streaming is odd. I stream through my PS4 Pro and I can see comments and how many viewers are there. I suppose I could get a camera to show my face. But do I want to? Not really.