Friday, April 3, 2026

Texting with Marcus

HIM: You shall be forever balancing parenthood and the rest of life. And chafing against the tensions thereof.

ME: Thank God. I'm serious. And I speak as someone who gets driven nuts by a 10-year-old on the regular.

HIM: Thank Her for what? (That was just to look woke.)

ME: I've realized I will chafe against life's tensions whether they exist or not ... I seem to be that kind of person. Might as well have a little mini-me.

HIM: WAIT TIL TEEN. Yeah, that's a great attitude you have. Truly. Despite my hoo haa.

The dream

In the dream, Adam asked for a divorce. Actually, he didn't so much ask as demand. It was one of those dreams that just picks back up after you've awoken, sweaty and scared, to a breath of relief. 

For the record, this has never happened. When I've gotten pissed at him, I've used the d-word. I haven't done it for a long time.

Oh, and he'd already started dating someone else. What the?

Tuesday, March 24, 2026

From Conflagration

Lilith grew up to the tune of the sirens, that wailing wind, but never got used to them. That was easily half the reason she left – she couldn’t take the idea of the already half-destroyed city being chipped away around her. Sometimes you leave what you love because seeing it decimated hurts your heart, your being. You would rather be without it than let it be without itself.

What it sounds like to work with Adam in the room

"The range doesn't cover the stability specification."

"They didn't even calculate the range. They just did it based on sample."

"When I try to put in the numbers ..."