I'm still alive.
It's Christmas time in 2023. My dad's wife has dementia. It sucks. I spent half of Christmas day at the psych ward of Doylestown Hospital.
I still work for the Commonwealth. The job is trash but it is hard to get fired from and union benefits are not bad. (They're not perfect, though, and you can see where we got fucked by Republican bullshit at some point over the last X years.)
We got a pit - basset hound mix named Orla. That means "golden princess," but our golden princess farts and smears butt gland oils on my shirts. She's a pretty good girl and we like her.
Thank you to icculus for fixing this site. I know I don't use it much, and if he let it disappear into the internet's drain, nothing of value would be lost. I'm grateful regardless.
It's been 40-50 degrees all week. I'm losing my affinity for winter to global warming. You can't glory in subzero temps if there are no subzero temps.
I'm trying to convince Ingrid to marry me for tax reasons, procedural reasons and convenience. No dice so far. I'll let you know if anything changes.
--8:24 PM EST, December 26th, 2023, any major dude would tell you
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