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Updated: August 15, 2025
☀️ Trying to let August be August, and not eagerly relish the prospect of moody autumn days. I’m better at this some days than others.
📺 If it’s Thursday-Sunday, I probably have golf on during the day. Evenings have been a mismatch of Criminal Minds and X-Files reruns as we impatiently await the next Strange New Worlds episode.
📖 I offhandedly mentioned to Anth that I wished I knew more about the Vietnam War, and he bought be this book. For being so massive a book and heavy a topic, I’m enjoying it the journey.
💼 I’ve been experiencing some frustration the past couple weeks, missing the strong sense of purpose I had in my 30s when I had an almost compulsory need to write romance novels. Thanks to my poor, overworked journal, I’m realizing that it’s not so much a what as a how. Time and time I come back to the idea of letting my pursuits and creations be as varied as I am, with the unifying thread of simplicity. My soul’s home base seems to be words, both the meaning and the aesthetic of them.
🫥 I’ve dragged myself back to Instagram. I mostly hate it, though I’ve been toying with the prospect of just treating it like old Instagram—post a graphic I find pleasing, and let that be the end of it.