It's been a shocking eight days since my last post.
If I also take into account all our unexpected recent dips such as suddenly being back at work, I can confirm that this year is having kind of a bumpy start.
I'm hitting the big four-oh this year. Fourty years ago this moment I'd already been conceived. Soon I will be older than my father.
Still reeling from the violent shock of [selling my time to a capitalist], The One and I live disconnected and apart from things.
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