December 1, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
A hobo came a-walkin’.
The word of the day is: Typhoon.
|[ tahy-foon ]|
Meteorology. a tropical cyclone in the western Pacific Ocean or northern Indian Ocean, having sustained winds of at least 64 knots (74 miles per hour, 33 meters per second): typhoons form in waters with surface temperatures of about 80°F (27°C), intensifying as temperatures rise.Compare hurricane (def. 1).
(initial capital letter)Military.
a single-engine British ground attack aircraft of World War II.
NATO’s name for a class of nuclear-powered Soviet ballistic missile submarine carrying 20 multiwarhead missiles.
So I have three rings on my watch that I try to close everyday.
One of the rings represents the amount of getting up and moving around throughout the day.
A “stand” ring, if you will.
The idea is pretty straightforward.
At least once an hour you should get up and move around for a couple of minutes.
I have my stand ring set to 12, meaning that of the hours I’m awake at least 12 of those hours will involve me moving around for a least a couple of minutes.
You know it’s going to be a long day when you hit your stand goal at 1pm.
The nice thing about it was that the day fucking flew by.
Or maybe that’s the delirium talking?
I’m still kinda reeling from the time change, everybody in my house being home all last week, and the holiday.
And it’s fucking December?!
I am barely coping from October being over.
And I’ve run out of analog comics again.
I’ve started making some headway on the giant archive of digital comics.
And by “some headway” I mean I’ve started reading them.
Which is a marked difference from me ignoring them.
I’m currently reading “A Radical Shift of Gravity” by Tapalansky & Glasheen.
And I’m reading “The Last Days of American Crime” by Remender & Tocchini.
And I’m listening to “Brave New World” when I’m working.
Which reminds me I need to hit the road.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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