Four Days Away I'm probably going to be buying books I don't need from shops I should have walked past.
Every Tomorrow I can still remember my youngest asking "Why is Katie crying?" - I can remember my response too - "because some people are horrible".
The Midnight Writing Club I started wondering if there might be some way we could be somewhere on the internet together - being present without being present.
The Unwanted Elephant How does a fifty-something grown-ass man walk up to a soft toy in the street, pick it up, and then explain it's for him? That he felt sorry for it?
Dance like nobody is watching The pizza arrived, and I handed over control of the music system to my youthful charge - showing her how to connect to it via Bluetooth. With hindsight, this was probably a mistake.
Brave New World Blog posts about blogging are insufferable at the best of times. Let's just say "I've moved house", and leave it at that.
Gone but not forgotten While tinkering with something on the internet this evening - and shaking my head at my own idiocy when it comes to not only finding rabbit holes, but actively digging them.
Unpacking How is it that if you look away for a few minutes, several days hurtle past? I guess it was a short week anyway - following the Easter long weekend - but still... it feels like I've been out of the loop forever.
Chocolate Egg Day It’s Easter Sunday Morning. I’m sitting in the junk room, eating chocolate at 11am. It seems wrong somehow. I probably need the chocolate - after staying up until 3:30am last night waiting for my middle daughter to get home from work. She’s up too, and making chocolate brownies in the kitchen.
Hello limbo, old friend Every day seems to crash into the next at the moment. A never ending trudge towards nowhere in particular. Somehow almost a week has passed since I last wrote. Life keeps happening. Or rather, work keeps happening.
The Memory Library When I write for the blog, the words have recently started out in a note taking application called "Obsidian". I like it primarily because it writes in plain text. When starting a new post, I invariable name the file with the date, and then the name of the day until I think of something better.
Resisting temptation I fell down an internet rabbit hole this week. After posting my frustrations with Substack's increasingly steep slide towards becoming a walled garden, a number of people got in touch - relating their annoyance too.
Last man standing Everybody else went to bed some time ago. I'm sitting in the dark of the junk room, bathed in the light of the desk lamps while Billy Joel plays the piano and sings.
On Green Dolphin Street As the weekend ebbs away and a new week approaches, you find me sitting in the junk room, listening to music, and attempting to shut the rest of the world out for at least a little while.
Slowly but surely After several days of seemingly endless struggling, I started to make progress today.
Learning something entirely new Today marked the beginning of perhaps a long journey into the unknown - learning something entirely new - or new to me at least.
An artificially generated alter-ego I asked an artificially intelligent machine learning algorithm to draw a concept art character of a 50 year old software developer sitting in a room full of old computer hardware (so essentially, a pretend alter-ego of myself).
The Motherlode While sitting here in the dark of the junk room, bathed in the light of lamps that stand on either end of the desk, a server farm somewhere is having a quiet heart attack - having received every blog post I’ve written since 2003.
Birthdays and music Do you ever get to the end of the weekend, and wonder not only where it went, but also what you spent it doing? Last night I sat in bed, wondering exactly that - trying to piece the weekend back together in my head.
Unintentionally absent I’ve been meaning to write something all week - somehow each time I sit down at the computer, something happens to either distract or divert me.
Late nights, new toys, daughters, and recovery I was going to go to bed at a fairly normal time last night, but then fell down an internet rabbit hole of my own making.
Bridget Jones We just got back from the cinema - after finally seeing the latest (and perhaps final?) Bridget Jones movie. I had heard mixed things about it - some friends loved it, some hated it, some were indifferent.
More than this I’m sitting in the dark of the junk room, bathed in the light from the computer screen, surrounded by silence throughout the house.
Cautiously optimistic It’s late on Friday night, and I’m wondering if my body has started to turn a corner. After a week taking steroids and antibiotics, I took the last of them this morning.
Keep taking the tablets On the way home from visiting my parents last night, after being sick for the better part of two weeks, my other half pretty much ordered to me to book a doctors appointment.
