It’s Fucktober, baby! Unfortunately, for me this Fucktober will most likely play out like too many Fucktobers of my past. As this opening was written prior to the dead bird incident, I considered taking it out. But I haven’t! All joking aside, this month will be an insanely busy one; all weekends have at least one activity scheduled, as do many of my midweeks.
I spent some daytime hours yesterday choring outside working in Wee Little Farm, mostly moving wood chips.
I also spent some time deciding what will be important for me to accomplish during the final quarter of 2026.
And finally for the past couple of days I’ve been battling an irritated, and irritating, left eyelid. I’ve come to realize that it is my lot in life to battle bodily annoyances/deficiencies which rarely bother any other modern-day human.
Wordle: three, my starter was YODEL