My mortgage payment increased $118 per month. Specifically, the escrow payment increased. Property taxes increased due to reduced federal funding for states and cities. Fuck you very much, Trump.

I hope the email finds you, and in the darkness binds you.

While the only good Nazi is a dead Nazi, a murdered Nazi has the potential to be a martyr. That’s not a good thing.

While the only good Nazi is a dead Nazi, a murdered Nazi has the potential to be a martyr. That's not a good thing.

Since Thea Later Mann doesn’t allow sharing on her Facebook posts, I copied and pasted what she said about the latest shooting because it is so very much in need of being shared far and wide.…

It's been a while since I've posted a run. The last time was on March 2nd. I had been doing quite a bit of running, with only short breaks lasting 4 or 5 days. But then, towards the end of July, my left knee acted up - again. It got so bad that I had to wear a knee brace just to be able to walk.

That I'm spoiled, and it sucks to be you! All because Tina had it in her head that she wanted Thanksgiving Dinner early. Well, from her head to my stomach! I repeat: Proof I'm spoiled and it sucks to be you!

Thy name is Tina

May the Fourth… Oh hell, those who celebrate know. Those who don’t… it sucks to be you.

Why, after all these years, did John Cena finally turn heel? Before now, he didn't have the acting chops. Clearly, he's taken acting lessons, and they've paid off if you've watched him in movies. He could not have pulled off the heel turn even 10 years ago. So, I'm enjoying the story of John Cena, heel. I'm intrigued by how they pull off the turn-back to baby face. It's even more fun watching the audience get into the act. My prediction, by the way, is that he turns on The Rock.

The Duluth branch of Lakeview Behavioral Health has launched their new program designed to help people who are dealing with substance use disorders.

Where is the Dawn? by Guy Hall Read on Substack

The old saying, "It's darkest before the dawn," is an admirable attempt at hope.

The last post about my runs occurred on July 11th, 2024. So, this post is dedicated to getting the Strava Activities caught up, which, by the way, is below the fold.

Because, you know, I'm the Inconsistent Blogger. Feb 25, 2025 So, some catch-up is in order. First, on January 30th of this year, I hit 40 years of sobriety. After all these years, it has become just another day. Still, it is something worth noting. Oh, and I’m so dry that the DNR has a fire spotter following me around.

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It is not that we are doomed to the worst possible imagined outcome so much as that we are afraid it is possible, even if not probable. Yet, if we can imagine the worst, we can also imagine the best. So, note the fear, for it is legitimate. But we can also note hope; it, too, is legitimate.

Above is a picture I took years ago with an earlier version of the iPhone. It was incidental—that is, I took it without much forethought. I looked, snapped a few, and moved on. Honestly, I don't know exactly where I took this on the St. Louis River. I suspect it is right after crossing the swinging bridge in Jay Cooke State Park.

So, last night, the four-year-old furnace decided to crap out. Thankfully, the furnace wasn't the issue; it was the old fuse element. Somehow, the wiring at the base of the connection plate of the element came loose. Anyway, this occurred at 9:14 PM, in sub-freezing weather. However, the local gas company has emergency repair technicians on duty. They arrived and got to work less than 10 minutes after making the call.

Happy Holidays by Guy Hall And a Merry Christmas Read on Substack

Seriously? by Guy Hall Talk about luck Read on Substack

But, really, not much to say. Thankfully, words are but air, and typed words are but electrons. Yeah, I've no idea what that means. In case, all is empty. So, how about you read this without thought because it was written without thought. Be empty.

Yesterday, I started a post on the evils of paperwork in my chosen profession. How worthless for describing the client's change mentally and emotionally, and its only goal is to repeatedly force us to prove we can do our job daily (it doesn't). But I shit-canned it. This morning, the post came back with a vengeance. Anyway, suffice it to say that the one thing I most hate about my profession is paperwork.

I am unsure why, but writing has been a struggle. Even when I do my Morning Meditation Writing, I find that I'm pushing for content when content is the last thing MMW is about. So, taking a cue from Wil Wheaton, I will stop treating this blog as a polished, professional journal. It's just a blog. A, hey, I've got thoughts!