I've been granted 3 whole minutes to wallow in my desire to do nothing. Here I am.

I'm going to run a D&D campaign for my coworkers. I've never been a DM and my anxieties keep yoyoing from 'this will be okay' to 'Oh my gawd! I can't do this!!'

I'll still give it a shot, but my brain is swirling with negative thoughts as I try to prepare by reading the adventure.

I've discovered that some of my daily exasperation with life likely stems from the fact I've already done all my tasks... in my head.

My imagination runs the show to conclusion and I do NOT want to do it again.

#livinginmymind

My retail life often leads me to saying I'm done with people and would rather live under a bridge.

The thinking is to be a troll as in Three Billy Goats Gruff. However, there are people living there, so I guess I'm not original in my thinking.

#retaillife #underabridge

My Christmas spirit only appears in tiny portions any more.

The days are shorter and the hours feel longer.

Sometimes the change of seasons seems incredibly fast. This time it has been insufferably slow. I'm already feeling the effects of the shorter days because we've had weeks of mostly grey days. #winteriscoming

There was a time when the telephone was attached to the wall and answering it was exciting.

Once upon a time, new electronics brought great excitement to me. In the here and now, I almost don't even care.

I'm not certain if this because of my current mental tiredness, or all those years in retail electronics sales.

Or both.

Snide remarks welcome.
Maybe not too snide... Maybe more like, 'Are you serious?!' with a side order of attitude and a small 'haha' to wash it all down.

When everything you ever enjoyed becomes intolerable, looking forward is nearly impossible.

Why must I prepare my psyche for at least 20 minutes before posting a few simple words?

I think I've completely entered the 'grumpy old man' phase of my existence. Up until now, i was only testing the waters.

After a time, I've come to see the people of my community as characters.

There's a difference between having character and being a character. Both are interesting in their own way.

I've been scratching my head for a while, trying to discover what I want to post here. A single word in some Bluesky introduction brought me to what I've been missing.

Blog. I miss my days blogging. I don't think 300 characters are going to suite my verbose style. It will hardly convey mood.