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There are many things that can cause me to feel mildly depressed at times; more frequently than not, it’s somehow “project” related.

I have so many different “projects” that I want to tackle, or goals to achieve; and so many of these silly goals and projects seem to be within my grasp, so easily attainable, close to completion, and so on. Yet, I’m still so very far from getting there. It’s frustrating. Depressing.

I have three cars in the yard or barn, awaiting my time, parts, and some tinkering before they can hit the road again; a Durango with transmission issues, a Sebring with engine issues, and a Cherokee with–well, it’s an old XJ, so, enough said.

I have a barn in disarray, filled with junk and scrap, begging for me to clean and organize it all.

I have a “workshop” of electronics needing repair and organization; a shack full of radio gear that collects dust instead of listening in on and making contact with the world.

I have computer and gaming systems in various states of repair and operability; many needing a controller, a power supply, a drive, or whatever.

I have so many things that I want or need to do with all of these fine toys, hobbies and interests; but so many times I find I’m lacking the ways, means, time, money to do anything more than give a passing glance and sigh,”someday.”

 

So, once again, I’m here to say that I am going to make an attempt at keeping a better diary. I kind of doubt that I will, based on my history of failed attempts, but I’m going to try.

Already, my head hurts. Odd swelling and swirling pressure circling through my cranium as I stare at this screen, trying to figure out what I might actually have that’s worth tapping out on the keyboard. Other than the struggle of finding time, the struggle of finding words and thoughts to share is perhaps one of the bigger problems I have in keeping a diary.

I don’t know what to say.

And now, the overwhelming feeling of lost confusion is driving me away from the keyboard. I think I’m going to go find a bite to eat and maybe a video or something to watch. Maybe I’ll get some motivation to write something after that.

[Diarium] Sunday, February 1, 2026

🗓️ Sunday, February 1, 2026 09:50
🌕 Full moon

— 09:50 —

Been a little bit since I’ve written anything. Haven’t had much time, nor much of anything to write about.

One thing that I can say for right now is that when it comes to work, I have this thought and feeling of not even knowing why I’m here, or why I’m bothering to come to work. I dunno. Maybe I’ll express more on that thought later.

[Diarium] Saturday, November 29, 2025

🗓️ Saturday, November 29, 2025 14:07
🌔 Waxing gibbous

— 14:07 —

It’s cold. And the Google says it’s gonna get colder.

Nivea and Violet left a while ago to go spend a bit of time with their mother; Nivea was here a couple days for the Thanksgiving holiday. It was nice having her around; it’ll only be a couple weeks before she returns for the winter break / Christmas holiday.

— 14:17 —

I’ve been sporadically wasting time over the past week purging emails from my inbox. I’d amassed a count nearing 50k; I’ve gotten it knocked down to around 38k.

[Diarium] Sunday, November 9, 2025

🗓️ Sunday, November 9, 2025 13:54
🌖 Waning gibbous

I figured out why all the trees were being cut down at work; they’re replacing them. Many of the trees had started to die out, so, I guess they decided they needed to plant new ones.

I ran over to Kohl’s on lunch to pick up a doormat I purchased online; not sure if I like the honor system that seems to be in place for “self pickup”.

Parked over by ACC when I got back to work. Not sure if the craziness of the main lot is related to it being holiday season, or the threat of a little snow.

I didn’t get time to make a couple of returns before work, nor did I have time to do it on lunch. Guess I get to do it after work.

[Diarium] Sunday, November 2, 2025

🗓️ Sunday, November 2, 2025 08:48
🌔 Waxing gibbous

— 08:48 —

Woke up a few minutes before my alarm went off, which means I actually woke up late, seeing as I gained an hour of sleep last night. I hope that means I’ll start getting up easier in the mornings; I usually do when we fall back.

Other randomness; saw a truck fishtail in my rearview making the turn from 62 onto Cherry Blossom. Fairly new Chevy. Undoubtedly some guy younger than me that doesn’t realize you need to take turns slow when the road is wet. Probably the only RWD vehicle they own. Some people.

And in other news, I loaded the nicsure firmware on one of my H3s. I’m liking it, so far. Just need to keep playing with the radio and learning what it’ll do.

Sigh.

Guess it’s time to go into work.

— 13:58 —

No idea why, but they cut down all the trees at work.

[Diarium] Thursday, October 30, 2025

🗓️ Thursday, October 30, 2025 08:03
🌔 Waxing gibbous

 

— 08:03 —

I am so not where I really want to be mentally. I feel so frazzled. I haven’t much time to think things through. I struggle to remember things I’ve tried to keep note of.

— 22:21 —

Earlier, Ashlee sent me a few photos from the kids’ first Halloween, in 2021. I know she was probably reminiscing and thinking in terms of it having been their first, how little they were, how cute they were, etc. Sadly, I went to the negative side, and remembered it being a bust. There was a nice aspect of it, in that we walked around town in Paris, but we didn’t get anything. There wasn’t anyone else on the streets, there weren’t any open doors or porch lights; there was nothing. And us being the type of people we are, we didn’t just venture up to someone’s door and knock; we played it by the way we had been accustomed–only approach houses that appear open and welcoming, or at least have someone sitting there. And there was nobody. We weren’t the only ones that experienced this, and Paris wasn’t the only place this happened; I remember Ashlee reading random posts of people in Georgetown experiencing the same. Either the previous year’s COVID scare or that year’s dismal weather–or a combination of the two–kept people from handing out candy and being sociable. It sucked.

Thankfully, by 2022, things had changed, and the kids got to experience trick-or-treating the way it should be, in Cynthiana.

[Diarium] Sunday, October 12, 2025

🗓️ Sunday, October 12, 2025 11:13
🌖 Waning gibbous

 

— 11:18 —

I don’t understand where some people feel that they have some sort of privilege that others don’t; for example, the people that park in fire lanes. I’m not talking about the person that’s using it as a quick loading zone for a very bulky item–no, I’m talking about those that are truly parking their car.

— 13:26 —

Like this guy in the photo.