off the rails

That’s all I can say about today. It started off with nothing going right and everything else deciding sideways was the direction to go.

And it never got better. By the time I gave up and sat down with a beer, it was too late.

It’s times like this when the oblivion of alcoholism and drug addiction look enticing.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1560 words, novel: Father Lightning

new HVAC day

We’ve been pretty chilly since they condemned our furnace last week for excess carbon monoxide in the flue, but today is the day for many good returns, I hope.

Ductless heating. No more gas. No more messing around with radiators that never seemed to work right upstairs, no matter how many fixes we did.

Mini-splits, they call them. Heating and cooling, all in one, and after rebate, less than the cost of a new boiler.

No more tick-tick-tick, no more wondering if I’m going to end up like Jack Torrance.

Metaphorically – our boiler didn’t need to have the pressure released periodically to avoiding blowing.

Just me.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 2034 words, novel: Father Lightning

the mondays

Yep, got a case of them. Trying to remember to be nice to myself and others anyway.

Of course, in my opinion, the nicest thing I could do for myself would be to sleep in an empty house, surrounded by books, video games and loud music in my headphones.

But that’s unlikely to happen, so I guess shitshow it is.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1756 word, novel: Father Lightning

got nothing

I have nothing left in the tank. Everything seems to be falling apart around me. Is this post-Mungk malaise? All I saw was fatalism during its creation; the lesson I learned is how hard it can be to be utterly hopeless.

I was hoping the good Father would teach me different, but I guess that’s the idea: we don’t live our lessons until after we’ve learned them.

And all I’ve learned is trauma and desperation.

Target: 1600 words
Written: 1285 words, novel: Father Lightning