1773 Piddle.


I knew this was going to be a shit week on Monday and it really doubled down as the days went on. There was the Surface issue, me feeling mysteriously ill, and my grandmother knocking pretty hard on death’s door. She’s doing better than she was, but that’s not a high bar. I mean she was living minute to minute and they put her in a coma hoping to save her. It could still go either way at this point.

It really seems like every time I just about get a handle on everything there is a series of disasters that throw everything into total chaos. I barely slept last night and what woke me up was a vivid dream about choking on an ice cube. It was so vivid that I felt like I was choking in my mind, even though I could breath as well as normal, for hours afterwards.

Anyway, I don’t feel like going on about any of this right now and I’m sure people are sick of hearing about my tribulations. So, enjoy the new page if you have it in you to do so.