What are you doing?..continued

You can use vodka as window cleaner or combine it in a plastic bag with an equal part water, freeze it, and have a great slushy ice bag for headaches brought about by covid restrictions and Russian aggression.

 

Packing for my move and listening to the end of the world - Russia/Ukraine.

 

I'm taking a break from writing about gray wolves for the newsletter. Tiptoeing around the controversy re: reintroduction 25 years ago requires a subtlety that I don't often need to exercise. This unaccustomed exercise is so exhausting that once in a while I have to stop and go do something relatively trivial to recover. I'll write about something adorable for the second article- otters, maybe, or moose. Who doesn't love a big, soft moose?

 

I find most wild fauna terrifying. In particular, moose are stacked and mean (unlike our big soft one—well I actually don't know if he's stacked or not), while otters exhibit that "I'm going straight for your scrote" vibe.

 

Just shared Sting's Russians to some other social media site.

 

Did that last week to some of my old Cold Warrior buddies.

 

Sitting in front of the woodstove waiting on the snow and winding down from a call out to a family fight. He got drunk, started a fight, pulled a gun, she pulled one back, he went to jail for aggravated assault. On the way home, I saw a whole row of newly framed apartment buildings going up in spectacular flames. Every FF and LEO in the county must've been there. Ho hum. Just another quiet Friday night on the prairie.

 

Took a practice exam for the LSAT (Law School Admission Test) today and man, I got destroyed. That was one of the most difficult three hour tests I've taken just off-hand blind.

But I learned a lot. I'll be going through it question by question and forming strategies based on the question types. There's a lot to go over and it's a very interesting test by design.

Overall though, could have been much worse. I was only a little below the generally required results for admission into my school of choice and this is only my first practice. Since I have a near 4.0 from both a BA and an MA, I'm not too concerned. Of course I really want a great score just to make it ensured, but still. Some confidence instilled, even with the abysmal sort of beating I took.

 

Woke up one minute before a six am meeting with someone in the Czech Republic that was rescheduled to better fit their time zone.

Didn't end up being a no pants meeting, but it was no socks and I hate it. I also sounded like the crypt-keeper.

Thank you USMC for making me able to fly out of bed like that though. I wouldn't have made it earlier in life.

 

One year I had a class that I was teaching where I got a sort of a sudden switcheroo at the last minute. I was waking up at 0430 to prepare lessons and powerpoints. Did a pretty good job of it too, wouldn't have got to that point without those yellow footprints.

 

Waiting until it is warm enough to open my office door to the patio.
And still wondering if I broke a rib or my kidney is on fire. Might even call a doctor.

 

Lucky someone from the Czech Republic. I hope you at least made them breakfast before you rushed off.

 

Well I think he would have been more likely to have a late lunch at that time. It was a Teams meeting, so I had that going for me.

 

I'm taking a break from talking to my daughter's in-laws in Spanish. My brain is breaking down from the effort. Words are seeping out the cracks and I think I know less Spanish now than when I arrived.

 

I'm laying down on my couch wondering when I got so bold. I sent a risky text and I need to relearn how to breathe.

 

I just signed up for three Zoom writing seminars. Saturdays in May are going to be busy and productive.

• Editing Short Fiction and Essays Through Play and Games
• Funny Frameworks in Fiction: Generative Writing for Longer Comedic Stories
• Blood, Guts, and Comedy: Exploring Morbid Subjects in Humor Writing

 

I'm writing another damn query letter.

 

I'm more pissed than I thought I was sitting at the bar in a pub called The Pilgrim, and I wrote a tale for this thread about meeting an alien, but it grew too wordy and untrue (I mean, I *did* meet an alien, but I felt like embelishing it) so its in the workshop instead.

 

Don't know why you're pissed about it. The story was a hoot.

 

Pissed~=Drunk

 

Separated by a common language again.

And what's with the attached file thing below?

 

The attached file thing below is the same emoji as in your post.

 

Yeah, I know, but why did it appear as a file on the post when the emoji usually is just added in with the commentary? Sigh. I am experiencing a user curve today.