We call it Trickonometry.

The word of the day is: Wandering.

[ won-der-ing ] adjective moving from place to place without a fixed plan; roaming; rambling: wandering tourists. having no permanent residence; nomadic: a wandering tribe of Indians. meandering; winding: a wandering river; a wandering path. noun an aimless roving about; leisurely traveling from place to place: a period of delightful wandering through Italy. Usually wanderings. aimless travels; meanderings: Her wanderings took her all over the world. disordered thoughts or utterances; incoherencies: mental wanderings; the wanderings of delirium. seemingly aimless or random movement or locomotion by a person with a mental disorder or cognitive impairment: Wandering by Alzheimer’s patients is a problem in nursing homes.

That book is full of the most wanderingest motherfuckers.

They wander so hard that they sing songs about wandering while they wander.

Somehow it’s Wednesday.

This week is going way too fast for how little that I am getting accomplished.

Also, the postal service is a hot mess right now.

They are struggling to keep up with the batshit world right now.

I want to get mad that the package they said would be here on Monday still hasn’t arrived, but I took a breath and thought about how much shit they’re expected to deal with.

During the holidays.

During a pandemic.

During the earth trying to scratch the itch caused by humanity.

My packages taking a few extra days to get to me isn’t the end of the world.

If you couldn’t guess, I’m trying to see a bigger picture about life.

It’s difficult.

Especially given that I’m a curmudgeonly, petty misanthrope.

But I’m working on it.

That’s gotta count for something.

The alternative is that I stress myself out a week before Grismas because my client is trying to move back into a house that’s almost remodeled and is expecting me to have their stuff delivered so they can live in this house, but the workers don’t want me to move stuff in because it would be in their way and cause them to take longer getting the remodel finished.

Internalize the stress or look at the bigger picture and see what a little breathing room can accomplish?

Either way I’m probably gonna eat my feelings and end up feeling like a sea cow trying to do inverted crunches at 5am in the freezing cold carport gym.

At least comicbooks exist.

There’s always that escape.

But I need to get some work done before I can hide with my books.

Wish me luck.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC