3: A Dead Man's Light

Back when I was in University, I crashed at a friend's dorm at the university then known as Ryerson. He had a bed free because his roommate, whom I had met once before and who seemed like a pretty chill guy, died falling off the building's roof in a drunken misadventure. I felt some type of way about sleeping in a dead person's bed, and wrote a poem about it that I only partially remember. I was thinking about that during tonight's walk as I watched salt-shaker snow fall from a deep purple sky.

I'm in bed on my own. Last night Mel was having trouble sleeping from a combo of being weirdly wired (maybe because she snoozed late or because of how the evening went) and both my ans Hank's snoring -- Hank's snores don't usually even bother her but it must have been the sum of everything. So she took off for the spare room -- which I hurriedly cleaned for her because I've been using it as a laundry waystation -- around 2. And she decided she'd like to sleep there again tonight, but this time with Hank. Hey, whatever floats.

It's been busy at work. I'm kind of just going through the motions except that therd is some major stuff in my categories and to tell the truth I actually have a lot of hands on work to do. I actually don't want to talk about it for once. I actually don't want to talk about anything, even though I want to talk.

Mel is on sort of a "break up with your phone" kick, listening to this audiobook on the subject. I was skeptical at first, but the author makes some valid and enlightening points. Of course I recognize the correctness in wanting to spend less time on your phone even as I deny it out of my own selfish addiction to my phone. I like to think I am on the healthy side -- I quit Facebook and Insta and X, Bluesky hasn't become bad yet, my social media is mostly to promote my work to not many people. But there's definitely a compulsion there that has existed since my PC days that I could probably stand to break -- he says while writing on his phone.

I shan't make this long then. As part of this kick we ditched our phones last night and ate our dinner of hawaiian pizza at the table and conversed instead of merely watching Dexter, then started work on a puzzle by sorting pieces. Then we watched Dexter.

Tonight was similar in that we put our phones out of reach but different in thst we at our dinner of nachos while watching a conspiracy doc on Netflix. It's pretty riveting but Mel was tired after 2 of the 4 episodes so here we are. I'm almost ready to turn in.

Still been going through my archives. I find it interesting. As long as you know the past will never be the present it can be fun to visit.

I need to get more writing done. We have obligations tomorrow so who knows what the morning will bring, but if I go to bed nowish I stand a chance of having some time for it.

So I bid you, keep on rockin

Scotto