Tuesday, September 1, 2026

Not a whole bunch of time left for me to write anything this morning, as per usual. I’ve spent my “free” time adding my quick Diarium blurbs into the blog; there really weren’t that many–it’s just kind of time consuming. At least, it’s time consuming the way I do it, which is probably stupid and backwards.

I dunno. I guess I really don’t have much else to say, given the time. Sucks. I feel like there’s more that I want to say.

Oh, well.

[Diarium] Sunday, August 30, 2026

πŸ—“οΈ Sunday, August 30, 2026 07:20
πŸŒ– Waning gibbous
I have zero interest in going to work. As usual. I guess.
Ashlee is on her way home from a night with her sisters. I guess I’m happy for her. I dunno. Mixed feelings.
The kids were up before they were supposed to be. Guess I’m hiding remotes again.
I’m feeling kinda useless.
Did a bit of work yesterday, but feel like it was wasted, as nothing came of it. The Sebring is dead, and is about to be sold for scrap; that’s the wasted work I did. Finally tore into the bottom and measured things; numbers are all over the place, so she’d need too much work and money out of us. Her body ain’t in the greatest condition anymore to justify that work, either. Maybe she’ll find life as parts for someone else, but I doubt it.
My back hurts.
I’m kinda glad I did the work I did on that car. Now I can stop thinking about it, and not have it on that list of crap I need to do. Instead, I’m probably gonna start thinking about my Durango and what I can try next on getting it repaired. I can’t remember where I was on it, other than needing another hundred bucks worth of transmission fluid.
Honestly, I think I should probably give up on that thing, too. I dunno. Maybe I’ll surprise myself and figure out what its problem is. That’d be nice, because I’m growing more concerned about driving the pickup as much as I am.

[Diarium] Monday, August 24, 2026

πŸ—“οΈ Monday, August 24, 2026 07:06
πŸŒ” Waxing gibbous
Don’t have any time to do a WordPress post this morning; I’m in at work at 8a instead of 9a.
Thought I had a few more minutes to do something, but had to throw together a roast in the crock. Not a complaint; looks like one, but isn’t. I just thought our menu/work timeline was running differently this week.
Store takes inventory Wednesday.
I need to find my travel mug. I keep taking coffee mugs out to the truck and leaving them.
Well, reckon it’s time to go.