Summer Luggage & Baggage

It’s been a busy one so far. And that busy got going before Summer even got here. There’s been plenty of late nights and camp outs at grandparents. We have trips planned for the bits to come; beach, Biltmore, and total blackness come the Apocalypse. Or eclipse, which is what most people call it. But let’s be honest, the sun being blotted from the sky, a tiny handed tyrant of an Oompa Loompa in the Oval Office, weather severely out of whack, yeah. It’s the End Times.

We’ve done a huge amount of cleaning. Okay, I’ve done a huge amount of cleaning. The missus does seem inspired by such, and has even taken to purging clothes she should have purged easily a decade ago. But that’s at least something.

It’s been so long since I’ve been by here that I’m not sure where I left off last time. Did I mention the ex contacting the missus? This is the girl I was seeing before seeing here. And the drama that all of that entailed… really isn’t a thing. But apparently the ex still seems to think so. After nearly TWENTY FUCKING YEARS. What the hell people?

While it seems she’s in a ‘good place’ (Whatever that exactly means) I honestly still pretty much think she’s a nutbar. I can’t help but think it’s all some ruse or trick on her part, her mad ranting and ravings have had no effect all those years ago. I imagine I didn’t emerge as unscathed as I’ve thought all these years. I don’t want to go so far as to say shit like trauma and what not, but when all of this contact first started I did have a couple of nights where I felt a need for liquid courage. Hmm.

I’ve been making the most of all my free time. Okay, I’ve been wasting a lot of time, but that’s been good as well. But game notes for all manner of games and tons of guitar practice has been a great way to spend the Summer.


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