Random Nibble(s)

 That title looks wrong. Had a good exchange with my other. They had built a world where I no longer loved them and wanted to leave their hideousness… or some such. This is not the case and hence the world continues to rotate. New paths have been started. Uuuuuu, and stuff. No good picture this time. I think. I haven’t looked. Yet. Oh, that’s not bad and totally not relevant. One bird and two stones. About 40 pounds or $80(USD) at the time of this posting.

 Night six is a cold ish reminder of 4 and 5: but I got out today and rode the bike in the cold. I think the landlord may be spectrum or suffer from a neurological issue. It was a good day to be outside. I’d make a crappy writer. I’m too brief. Addendum: the area known as the hall, appears to be the end all be all of conversation. Starting at about midnight. Tonight was just 20 minutes and the topic was “Women Under Twenty”. Eew.

 Yes, yes, yes… I missed a night. Several, nights. What do you want from those missed nights? Heartache. Torment. Juxtaposition. I only wanted to write juxtaposition. I don’t get to use it enough. The delight of my (former?) partner is now giving way to a slow sadness. I miss my house, my cat, my children. In that order. From least to most. At the moment, I still get to eat with them, but that’s where that creeping sadness comes into play. I feel that my time is growing… shorter. And as always, here’s some art. I made it with an AI, from a photo of me. My eyes are not blue.

Better prepared. Went to the broken dad store with daughter. Got things to keep me warmer- however tomorrow night will be the test as it is supposed to be 10 degrees f colder. More than last night. I guess. I don’t really know. Miss the kids, but we had a good video watching session. Enola Holmes, Great British Bake-off. Nice. Here’s some crap I made.

 So, tonight. It is very much like going to camp. I am cold. Alone. And without my cat. I can rectify the cat part, but she’s old, 13ish and I want her to not have to get used to a new house. I’ll do the getting used to. Thank you. I really should have brought the heating pad. A mattress frame. A bunch of blankets. Pillows. Rug. Heavy curtains. A fan to get the heat off the ceiling.  I’m glad I wrote this. I will treat it like camp. As at camp, you make new friends, discover things about yourself (like, I am cold. Help me I am freezing. Aaaah, it’s 46 degrees Fahrenheit and I’m going to diiiiiiieeeeee.) We all hate camp to begin with, right. Then we start riding that crazy-assed Pokémon and next thing you know, you’ve made a candle. Or a headscarf that says, “Fredom”, “Laf”, “comma Kazi”, because it’s 5th grade camp in 1970=80 and you have yet to be enlightened or spell worth a carp. See? Tomorrow I’m going to spend some quality time with daughter. Get her some rain pants and ...

Hello, Dear Reader.   I hate when things are over and so much's left undone. Yep. Life is short term pain and long term gain. I guess. Fuck.