I’m writing this in a MS Word doc on a mac—two things that are compatible by financial necessity—only to hopefully upload it later to the net where it will be cut and pasted into an HTML page that is currently inoperable. My hosting and domain company, IXwebhosting, was unable to inform me of the pending expiration of my domain. So, it expired and I was forced to login to the host and repair the damage. It may take a while to clear things up, so you may be reading this post at some later date.
I want to say that I am tired. Part of me wants to complain about it, and part of me is really proud of the fatigue. I don’t get tired from doing nothing. I get tired from working my butt off and challenging the boundaries of my mind. All that has been happening, and I am struggling to fight back this avalanche of work and stalled weight loss regime.
This too shall pass, said Fitzgerald (as he quoted and paraphrased biblical verse). I’m not at the point of falling into regular spurts of verse, but I do believe I am fumbling towards a happy place. The writing is going slowly but well. I am establishing long term priorities to work with the short term ones. I also have a plan to get to where I want to be as a writer—though the being a better father plan is less developed.
Though the year is young, so much has happened to make me feel happy and to challenge me. What better way to close a Thursday night than remembering and reflecting on all that.