February is the shortest month of the year, and for that, we give thanks. According to some groundhogs, we either have six more weeks of winter, or not.
What I'd like to see is meteorologists dressed up as groundhogs giving us legit forecasts. Not that I doubt Punxatawney Phil's integrity, just his creds.
I came to the realization last night that I need a hobby. It needs to be simple, not require a lot of space or a large investment of money, and it needs to have minimal output - like, I could learn to crochet doilies, but what would I do with them? See also, candy making, decorative acrylic "pouring" art.
I sleep too much, and not well. I don't clean enough. I don't exercise enough, and my cooking is just one of those chores I do out of necessity, but also really enjoy.
I think my days of improv are over. I loved it in my 20s, but in the intervening decades, I've become even less comfortable in kinetic comedy, and I am prone to injury just doing nothing. It's a gift.
I could try my hand at stand-up, but it's been 27 years. I really need to get on that podcast I keep threatening to do.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to figure out what I have in my life that I can get rid of. One in, one out. I did take a large sack of stuff to Goodwill a few weeks ago, and I have a ways to go. I really, really need to get my chester draws [SIC] cleaned out.
Also, I don't know if I'm dehydrated, or my sinuses have decided to declare mutiny, but yesterday, I had one of my rare, freaky, spontaneous nosebleeds. They usually have to do with dry air, although stress is not out of the running either.
Honestly, I just need to go to the Caribbean and soak in a saline solution, get some Vitamin D, eat papayas and whatnot. Three to five days of that would fix the nosebleeds, the acne, and my meh attitude.
My Vitamin J is depleted.
Might need a quick fix of Vitamin M* just to get by.
ae
This is what my father called a Mounds bar. The coconut is tropical.
I also miss my Dad.
ae
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