Not Writing About It

I’M NOT GOING TO WRITE ABOUT IT.
I’M NOT GOING TO WRITE ABOUT IT.
I’M NOT GOING TO WRITE ABOUT IT.
I’M NOT GOING TO WRITE ABOUT IT.
I’M NOT GOING TO WRITE ABOUT IT.

I swear, not today.

I will not write about it, mostly because right now, I can hardly complete a sentence without wondering if I should go rogue and triple my Lexapro dosage today or checking the clock to see if it’s a socially acceptable hour to alter my mind with a wide variety of substances until I become completely numb to the world. Spoiler alert: I shouldn’t, and it’s not.

Instead, I’ll just say the week has started OK-ish with 10 miles worth of lumbering in the muggy wet woods. Yes, “muggy.” It’s November in Michigan, and I’ve been hiking in shorts, and we have the windows open. Should be more normal-ish tomorrow (the weather, not life).

And since I’m not writing about it, I’m going to go clean things that don’t really need cleaning, make another one of my award-winning (not really) air fryer chicken sandwiches, and then prepare to watch the footy later in the day. All in an attempt to take my mind off the Great American Shit Show.

Ain’t nobody who can fuck with my chicken sandwiches. #Cat5Cooking

What time is it again? Shit!

FYI, Liverpool and Leverkusen kick off at 3 PM and my view will look a bit like this.

Later.

THE SOILED MUST WATCH VIDEO OF THE POST

I also plan on binge watching this cat’s YouTube later. I’ve watched the video below about five times, and each time, I’m left in awe.

Watch it on the biggest screen you can find; you won’t be disappointed.