Testing, testing. Is this thing on?
Hi there.
I've been keeping a hand-written journal since all of this madness began back at the start of March because I wanted to have a tangible record of these strange, strange days. But tonight,
garyomaha wrote on Facebook about finally seeing HAMILTON, said I had to come over here to read his comments about it, and that was temptation enough. (Spoiler: He liked it.) Now I have to shake the dust out of the curtains, vacuum this damn carpet, and see if I can still attract friends and influence people. Or something. Maybe liquor will help. There's some unopened bourbon in the liquor cabinet. Also some wine, if that's your preferred poison. Ask the cabinet for what you like; it will provide.
How am I? Living this pandemic life. I'm having a medical procedure on Thursday, so this morning, I went and got a pre-surgical Covid-19 test and now have to quarantine myself until it's time to go get myself cut open. It's nothing serious; I have trigger thumb in my left hand that's gotten so chronically painful that surgery is the last option. The last option before what? I don't know. I expect I'll wake up at some point with the finger blown up like a blueberry, like Violet Beauregard in WILLY WONKA. It's well on its way. It's gotten painful enough that it interferes with my sleep. So yeah. It's time to deal with it.
In other news, I'm not writing, I'm barely reading (focus is hard these days), but I am crafting up a storm. My brain isn't being super-verbal, but it's enjoying facilitating visual art, so at least there's that. Wait, can I insert a picture here?

Yeah, so that's my first junk journal, made of stuff from around the house. It's hand-bound using hemp twine. The cover boards were made using a cereal box covered with pretty papers. The pages inside are made from random stuff--looseleaf paper, printer paper, pages torn from old books and so on. And it's all decorated inside. It's been fun doing it.
And then, I've been working from home. I've done it before, but this is the first time I've done it for any length of time, and it's the first time I've set up a dedicated workspace. It makes a difference. Do I want to do this forever? Jury's out. I'm liking not having to deal with a commute. I miss other people like whoa.
And if my narrative voice seems a little more, I dunno, satirical than in the past? Well, that's how I'm feeling these days. Like everyone else, this isn't how I imagined life would be, and I'm a little jaundiced at this point.
No promises about being a regular around here again. We'll see. But it's nice seeing old friends on the Reading page. Perhaps I can be tempted back after all.