Survived the summer.

     It's finally October! For some reason, I always get excited about it when two things happen -- the corn starts getting harvested, and the Canadians have Thanksgiving. The first thing, of course, is because fall is harvest time for Indiana's corn. The second thing is a sentimental attachment; growing up on a bordertown, a large portion of my mom's nursing coworkers were Canadian. She would take extra days to cover for her coworkers who wanted the day off. Because of that, I ended up having nice birthdays.
     Speaking of my birthday, Denise is treating me to a trip to the Covered Bridge Festival in Parke County! I don't know what to expect, but I'm excited. Last year, she took me on a day trip to Nashville, which is a beautiful town in Brown County.
     One more overnight shift, and I will be heading straight there! I'll be taking the scenic route so I can watch out for leaves turning. Maybe some goth rock to accompany my trip! I need to get some apple cider this weekend, too. Yeah, and some pumpkin pie.
     I'm getting hungry now. I need to get some writing done. Almost done with the 5th story of my first pentalogy.

Stuff and things.

     I didn't realize it had been since the 5th of January since I sat and engaged in blogging therapy. Distractions, depression, distractions, mood swings, distractions, money issues, distractions, car issues. I have time between naps, so I'm blogging.
     As mentioned already, depression hit hard between late January and early March. I'm glad Denise gets it, since she's seen crying jags two years in a row.
     Speaking of Denise, I have taken time off next month to help her after her surgery. I'll be up there, making sure she does no lifting, and playing goalie with her son, who likes to jump on people. "Uh-uh. Nope. Not today, young'un!" We'll also catch up on TV and maybe finish our show, "Person of Interest."
     Nothing much else happening, other than writing, gaming, and my politics obsession, which I talk about in my other blogs. So now, I'm just going to hang out and wait to possibly get paid tomorrow morning.

New Year

     I'm not much of a resolutions person. I do try to set goals for what I would like to do in the near future, but I would rather think that should come more frequently than the beginning of the year.
     This is one reason why I take issue with the phrase "New year, new me!" The other reason is a technicality; the body renews itself on a cellular level a few times a year. A person is constantly generating a "new me." The mind should do so at least that frequently.
     But still, I have set a few goals for myself.

     Denise and I are Facebook-official. We love each other, and we've gone through our first stressful holiday season just fine. Her family likes me, as do her friends.
     So, my big goal is to begin moving towards the Bloomington area. I need a bigger venue for my weirdness to flourish, and I need to be near her and the kid.

     I am a political junkie in an anti-intellectual nation that is run by corrupt politicians and populated by people who mentally dropped out in the middle of their K-12 education. That being said, I'm no super-genius, myself; but I feel like Joe Bauer in Idiocracy. I was an average student as a kid, so why can I so easily debunk every meme and parroted talking point from the right?
     This brings me to my other goal. I need to not stress when people, who arm themselves with AR15s to go to the grocery store and listen to Alex Jones, claim that Obama and George Soros are running a deep state government to undermine Dear Leader Trump.
     It's like when Neil DeGrasse Tyson talked about moon landing conspiracy theorists. They will deny everything, including evidence, so don't waste time arguing with them. They refuse to listen to reason.

     These are two big goals, but I think I can at least make progress.