It's my last week of hiatus from work

It's back to the grind, I guess.

Never thought I'd see the day when my back would be the reason for taking an extended leave from work, but I'm feeling better now. That – my back — and my laptop is getting old. The battery needs replacing but the whole machine seems to get hot under my fingers. Not as much fun surfing the web as it once was when it was brand new.

Must've been the other day — I have so much time on my hands — that I figured out how to design a something on Canva. And import it into the journal. Gawd knows what'll I'll ever need something like that for as most of the apps I have on my divices serve as content creators. A Canva jpg image is the same as a Notability jpg image, and PS Express image for that matter.

Biggest concern is the neglect I've been showing my Nightster

News flash: the 2022 Nightster lineup is here.

This being my last week of free time, I really should at least check to see if the bike will start up.

Considering it was back problems I was dealing with, it's hard to believe I decided all the moving around of furniture was smart. Now if I can only clear off the clutter from my desktop, life would be so sweet. Never did understand a clean desk. Clean desks seem so unused. I pay my bills at my desk, update my blog, shop online, and other things. THIS, mind you, is only the stuff I do on the west side of the dining room. The drafting table is another story; wish I could clear the clutter off that too. 

Although I say I'm feeling a lot better, I'm not 100% 

basically just moved all the junk from one side of room to the other
basically just moved all the junk from one side of room to the other

yet. I find it hard to do my ordinary cleaning chores. Never wished I had a live-in girlfriend more than when I see all the dirt and grime I'm too lazy to clean. I never did figure out what I must've done to my back. Couldn't be the sit-ups because I've been slacking off in the exercise department too.

Black-eye Susans mysteriously sprout in pot

It's weird because I totally thought I planted something else. Rather, the seeds I had planted, I had planted years ago and nothing grew. It wasn't 

kitchen's so tiny, had to move the trashcan
kitchen's so tiny, had to move the trashcan

even in the same pot I planted those seeds in, so all I can surmise is that a bird saw how diligently I work in the garden and same bird must've knows that I have a partialness to the yellow flower. 


Obviously the bird came and pollinated my pot with seeds it picked up somewhere.

black-eyed susans
black-eyed susans

Right? It's the only explanation.

The gunslinging cowboys from the film Nope

There's so much going on in this film. The first thing people want to know is what's the deal with the ballerina shoe? Next, for me anyways, the backstory that allowed for Michael Jackson to return to earth: the Gonzo monkey debacle.

Then there's the UFO, a blanket called Jean Jacket? 

Billy Jean is not my lover

In the end, ya gotta say it's good. I can re-watch this movie a dozen times and learn something new each time. I like that, but it made for a complicated story. Sequels? Only if Whitney Houston has a scene in it. 


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