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Friday, January 7, 2022

A Bloomington friend checked on me the other night, which was nice.

I realize I haven't appeared in a couple of weeks.

It just occurred to me the other night that the last year has caught up with me. I'm pretty worn out and can't get enough sleep. Every chore becomes monumental. As the philosopher Lilly von Schtupp said, "I'm tired. Tired of playing the game. Ain't it a crying shame. I'm so tired. God dammit I'm exhausted. Tired, tired of playing the game. Ain't it a crying shame. I'm so tired."

On New Year's Eve, I sipped on a glass of Ballatore, the cheapest sparkling wine one can buy that won't cause chemical burns if spilled, and I recalled a year earlier doing the same thing in my cheap hotel room. I felt guilt at the time when I drank the same stuff at about $10 a bottle dug and bit into an Arby's turkey Reuben. Spending money on anything was the guilt trip dejour.

I had been out of work for seven months and unemployment was to end in two months. Jobs seemed to be harder to find at the time and 2021 didn't look so good. So I blew $15 for a celebration that would end in bed a couple hours before midnight. Happy New Year.

One year later, I have a great job and a warm home -- even when it's 20 degrees below zero as it was last night. I've met innumerable folks and made some great friends in this short time.

Friends from high school visit, announced and unannounced, and tomorrow I'm meeting more old friends north of here in Solon Springs. (There aren't too many places north of here until it becomes a frozen Lake Superior.)

I'm unpacking, slowly, hoping the next box contains my winter coat. In the meantime, I have a lovely windbreaker that serves as protection between me and body part freezing and falling off.

And I'm working toward normalcy -- I'm not sure what that's going to be but when I get there I'll report back.

I can't apologize for a little break because my body is telling me I need recovery.

And a cheap-ass bottle of sparkling wine.

Plus another bedtime two hours before the celebration.

Peace and bubbles until all of you my brothers and sisters.


  1. 15$ can equal a million from the right angle of perception. Peace and love to you old friend.

  2. I'll be honest, I was missing your posting...I've been checking pretty religiously, but even as I was doing that I was kind of silently celebrating the fact that you were no doubt simply taking a well deserved break... just breath man. Glad to see you back all the same Peace