There is only one image this month. I have been concentrating on other projects. This uses Daz3D and Photoshop along with several filters.

Greetings: We have finally stepped into December, and it feels as though November slipped through my fingers in the blink of an eye. While the month didn't bring any groundbreaking advancements, I find comfort in the fact that I managed to maintain my progress without taking any steps backward. As the year draws to a close, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the possibilities and opportunities that the upcoming year might hold.

Routine! Gotta love it...

I'm gradually settling into my new routine, and surprisingly, it feels like I'm finding my footing. I managed to push through the morning chaos and check off everything on my to-do list before heading off to work. But once I stepped into the world outside, the real challenges began.

The day greeted me with a mix of bitter cold and relentless rain, soaking through my sweatshirt before I even reached the car and making every step feel like a chore. On top of that, I had been putting off getting my oil changed for far too long, and it was time to finally check that off my list.

What should have been a quick 15-minute visit stretched into an hour of mounting frustration. The technicians seemed overwhelmed, darting between vehicles, while a shiny Mustang had mysteriously jumped the queue. I watched as they lavished their attention on that car, leaving everyone else, including me, feeling like an afterthought.

When I finally slid into the oil bay, the experience only soured further. They rushed through the service, neglecting all the standard checks I had come to expect from such visits. My lights? Ignored. My battery? Completely overlooked. I felt invisible, just another car in a line waiting to be forgotten. They completed the oil change, thank goodness for that, but it was clear I was merely a number to them.

I spent the remainder of the day contemplating whether it would be worth my time to file a complaint against the company. Yet, since this was my first negative experience at this particular location, I decided to chalk it up to an off day. Perhaps next time will be better. As the hours dragged on and I prepared to head home, a sudden realization struck me: I had completely forgotten to eat lunch. This lapse was becoming all too common, a side effect of my new medication that I desperately need to keep an eye on. Despite the ups and downs, I'm choosing to reflect on today as a good day, even if I'm still uncertain if it truly earns that positive label.

Pushing to the end of the month...

The morning unfolded smoothly, allowing me to methodically check off each item on my daily checklist with a satisfying sense of accomplishment. Work was, well, just that, a series of tasks and projects needing attention. At lunch, I made a brief stop at Love's on Lamar Ave. to pick up a sub for dinner. The visit left something to be desired; the staff seemed stretched thin, and the ambiance felt somewhat neglected. Despite this, I tried to keep my spirits high, engaging in light-hearted banter with the staff as we shared a few laughs under the fluorescent lights.

However, upon returning home, my mood took a nosedive. I suspect it was the result of a day spent forcing a positive outlook that didn't quite align with my true feelings. Though I had big plans to dive into various projects, I opted for stillness instead, wrapping myself in quietude and allowing my thoughts to swirl.

When I finally crawled into bed, I discovered my heating blanket was malfunctioning, leaving the chilly air to seep into the room. The cold crept around me, making for a night of tossing and turning, and I knew I would feel the repercussions of this restless sleep in the morning. Everyone is allowed one off day each week, and I suppose today would be mine.

Before calling it a night, I did manage a small triumph: I downloaded and printed a copy of the beloved copycat Subway roll recipes that had long piqued my interest. Additionally, I took a moment to locate my silicone mold, a signal that it's time to embark on my bread-making adventure. Finding time for that might pose a challenge, but it's undoubtedly on my radar.

Another type of blitz....

For every shadow that looms, a light always shines through. Today, my light comes from my writing. This morning, just before stepping out into the bustling world of work, I took a moment to immerse myself in my novel. As I opened the file, the familiar rush of inspiration enveloped me, and I poured my thoughts with fervor onto the page. The result was an entire chapter, a product of my imagination and dedication, now standing ready for print. That surge of accomplishment washed over me, filling me with warmth and a renewed sense of motivation as I reflected on how far I've come in this creative journey. Although the road ahead is still long and winding, with countless revisions and edits yet to tackle, I feel that each keystroke propels me closer to my ultimate goal of finishing this story.

Meanwhile, I continue to navigate the lingering side effects of my medication. Most notably, I've been grappling with a persistent upset stomach, its nagging discomfort has become a daily companion and an annoyance that I'm slowly learning to manage. I've started to pay closer attention to what I eat and how it affects me, adopting a more mindful approach to my meals. However, I recognize that if this discomfort persists, it may be time to consult my doctor and consider adjustments that could better support my well-being. Balancing my health with my creative pursuits is crucial, and I'm determined to find a way to flourish in both areas.

Feeling off....

Since there seems to be a perpetual shortage of irritation in my life, I've decided to add the nagging discomfort of stomach issues to the mix. It's not an outright feeling of illness, but rather an unsettling sensation that illness lurks just beyond my awareness, ready to pounce and disrupt my day at the most inconvenient moment. This persistent discomfort clung to me all day long, making even the simplest tasks feel like monumental challenges.

Before I headed into work, I threw myself into editing my novels, losing myself in the intricate web of words and characters I had created. With each revision, I could feel the stories coming alive, and I made significant strides toward refining both narratives. If I can maintain this momentum, I should have both manuscripts polished and ready to embrace the world by the New Year. Once that achievement is behind me, I'll be free to embark on the next adventure in my writing journey, exploring new ideas and themes that have been dancing in my mind.

By the time I ended work for the day, I felt utterly drained, my energy sapped by the day's demands. I longed to collapse into my chair, to let the weight of the world slide off my shoulders and disappear into the comforting abyss of nothingness. And that's exactly how I spent my evening, lost in thought, letting the noise of the world fade away while I pondered the stories lingering in the corners of my mind.

Into habit....

It usually doesn't take long for a routine to blossom into a habit, and I think I've finally reached that transformative point in my life. Each morning, I find myself waking up at the same hour, the sun just beginning to crest the horizon, casting gentle light into my room, even with the blackout curtains. Whether I feel the energy or not, there's an undeniable force propelling me into action. I approach my primary daily goals with a renewed sense of purpose, diving into tasks that once felt overwhelming. After accomplishing those, I seamlessly transition to my secondary and tertiary objectives, each one a stepping stone on my path to productivity.

I've even woven the simple act of preparing my lunch into my daily goals. It's easy for such a basic task to slip through the cracks, especially lately as my appetite has been somewhat elusive, almost unpredictable. By making it a deliberate part of my routine, I ensure that I take my nourishment seriously rather than risking an unhealthy snacking spree later in the day. It's incredible how organizing these small aspects of my life contributes to the larger picture; I'm checking off tasks each day, consistently sticking to my carefully crafted schedule, and feeling a profound sense of accomplishment as a result.

As we march toward the end of the year, I can hardly believe how the past five weeks have zipped by in a whirlwind, blurring together into a mosaic of moments. At the start of November, I declared my intent to treat that time as a fresh beginning, a chance to reset and rejuvenate. Yet, here we are, nearly five weeks later, and I'm struck by the realization that despite my sense of time slipping away too swiftly, I've been making remarkable strides in both of my novels. I'm also weaving together several short stories, each one a unique exploration of character and narrative, while diligently pursuing the educational endeavors I've set for myself, expanding my horizons and knowledge.

Perhaps that's what makes time seem to elapse so rapidly, this flurry of creativity and learning. Or maybe, sometimes, it feels as though a comic book villain has swiftly managed to accelerate our world, distorting time for some diabolical purpose. Or could it be that we've all indulged in some hallucinogenic adventure, unwittingly losing track of reality? After all, certain substances have a peculiar way of warping our perception of time, stretching some moments while compressing others. Wouldn't that be quite the twist in our otherwise ordinary lives? The thought alone adds an intriguing layer of irony to our daily march toward the end of the year.

No, not a mood....

The weather today feels like a refreshing breath of fresh air, a welcome change from the dreary conditions we've endured over the past few days. While the temperature remains quite stable, there's a gentle softness in the atmosphere that makes it feel far less biting than before. Early this morning, before I headed into work, I immersed myself in my writing, making significant strides on my novels. It felt invigorating to put pen to paper so to speak, and I also took the time to update my journals, capturing my thoughts and experiences.

Although I didn't get around to diving into updating ancient a project I'm deeply passionate about, I've earmarked some dedicated time for that tomorrow or perhaps on Monday. I'm hopeful that engaging with this fascinating content will help me regain my momentum.

I find myself slightly behind in both my reading list and my drawing course, but with tomorrow's agenda looking considerably clearer, I'm optimistic about catching up on those pursuits. Additionally, I must confront the clutter in the garage, a task I've been procrastinating. I had planned to get my photos taken, but I've decided that can wait for now. My primary focus is securing a new Kia for Laura, ensuring that I'm aligned with my current goals and making progress in areas that matter most to me.

Reflecting on my experiences in 2025, I felt unprepared and ultimately accomplished little of what I set out to do. Now, as I step into the new year of 2026, I'm resolutely determined to turn things around. Although it feels like I'm navigating a course full of monumental challenges, I embrace this journey with optimism. Okay, perhaps that sounds a bit dramatic, since I certainly don't have to contend with the fires of hell, but you understand the essence of my determination.

Disappointed? Nah!....

As my current tour at Uber nears its conclusion, I feel a slight pang of disappointment settling in. Over the next two days, my agenda is packed with tasks that demand my immediate attention, yet the thought of leaving behind this familiar routine fills me with a bittersweet sense of longing. I can't shake the feeling that part of this sentiment is influenced by my current medication, which has a tendency to play tricks on my emotions, amplifying moments of nostalgia and reflection; still, the absurdity of it all lingers in my mind, making it hard to concentrate on what lies ahead.

This morning, before heading into the drive, I decided to carve out some time to tackle a few more chapters of the novels that have recently captured my imagination. To my delight, I made considerable progress, losing myself in the plots and characters as I sipped my morning coffee. However, when I finally returned home later in the evening, I was struck by an unusual lack of hunger, yet another unwelcome side effect of my treatment. Even though my appetite had deserted me, I knew I needed to nourish my body, so I mustered the willpower to whip up a simple yet wholesome meal. As I sat down to eat, I savored the flavors, reminding myself of the importance of self-care during this transition.

Flipping through my schedule for the upcoming week, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume of appointments and tasks awaiting me. A wellness visit with my doctor loomed large on the calendar, offering a chance to address my health concerns, while a test drive of the sleek new Kia that had caught our eyes promised a moment of excitement amid the chaos. Additionally, I had set aside time to drop off holiday gifts for those in need, a commitment that brought me joy but added to the bustling itinerary. It was shaping up to be a whirlwind of a week, filled with both obligations and opportunities.

In the midst of it all, I also need to carve out time to establish my Uber schedule for the weeks ahead. The thought of planning my work hours feels daunting, considering the other commitments vying for my attention. Nonetheless, I know it's essential to tackle that challenge tomorrow when I can approach it with a clearer mind. For now, I'm navigating through these final days with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia, cherishing the moments that have defined my experience while preparing to embrace what comes next.

Success....

As the Christmas season approaches, I find myself navigating through some minor personal challenges that often lead to fluctuating moods. It's a common struggle during this hectic time; many people feel the weight of holiday obligations and expectations. Unlike some, I've never fully adjusted to the emotional rollercoaster that often accompanies this festive period. However, today marked a small victory that truly lifted my spirits.

Over the past ten days, I dedicated myself to diligently checking off items from my long-standing To-Do List, and I'm thrilled to report that I'm nearly caught up. This productive momentum inspired me to embark on a culinary adventure that I've longed to tackle: recreating the iconic rolls from Subway.

In past attempts to bake this beloved bread, I was met with consistent disappointments. Each loaf emerged thick and heavy, completely missing the light, airy texture that defines a truly perfect roll. A few weeks ago, my wife Laura surprised me with cheerful silicone molds as a thoughtful gift, which I hoped would enhance my baking experience. While these molds would help shape the rolls, they couldn't fix the fundamental recipe issues that had previously plagued my efforts.

Today, however, I felt a surge of determination and opted to try out a new recipe. To my sheer delight, the rolls turned out beautifully; soft, fluffy, and even better than the originals from Subway! They glistened enticingly, showcasing a perfect golden-brown crust that hinted at the pillowy interior waiting to be savored. For dinner tonight, I made a delicious tuna sandwich using one of these freshly baked rolls, and it exceeded my expectations. Each bite was a delightful reminder of the satisfaction I had been missing; finally, I had cracked the code to replicating this cherished bread.

Looking ahead, I plan to stop by Walmart tomorrow to stock up on some quality lunch meat that will serve as a staple for my meals throughout the week. The bread-making process takes about an hour and a half, but I'm confident it will stay fresh in the refrigerator for a few days, making it easy to whip up sandwiches whenever I want. I'm embracing this achievement as a significant win; it's truly the highlight of my day!

A creative day....

I had to muster the strength to push myself into action today because, upon waking, all I craved was to sink into stillness and do absolutely nothing. Giving in to that temptation would have been impractical and likely left me feeling despondent. However, I rallied my motivation and rose to the occasion. As I inspected the mood lights I had envisioned in the front yard, I was disappointed to discover they lacked a red and green setting. Reluctantly, I decided to scrap that idea for this year. Nevertheless, I'll keep the lights on hand for when I finally tackle the yard makeover, dreaming of the day they will twinkle elegantly in the evening glow. For now, though, I'm calling my Christmas decorating complete.

I then took a trip to Walmart, a bustling arena of shopping carts and holiday shoppers, where I gathered all the ingredients I needed to prepare sandwiches for the week ahead. These sandwiches will feature the delightful subway copycat rolls I baked just two days ago. With three rolls remaining, I generously offered the other two to the ladies, knowing we all share a common love for the same type of sandwiches, and luckily, the lunch meat was readily available. Once these three rolls have vanished, I plan to whip up another batch, keeping our sandwiches fresh and exciting.

As I dove into my work today, I found myself on a flavorful adventure with hot sauce. I contemplated the practicality of crafting dozens of unique hot sauces to stock at home, but a lingering doubt crept in, wouldn't they likely go to waste? However, the thought that perhaps the public might have an appetite for them sparked my curiosity. It's a notion worth exploring.

With my culinary experiments wrapped up for the week, I felt the shift in energy, beckoning me towards something more creative. I dedicated substantial time to one of my novels, immersing myself in storytelling, but my primary challenge loomed large: I realized I wasn't truly connecting with the narrative. As I edited chapter 6, clarity hit me like a thunderbolt: even I, the author, felt distanced from the story. I revisited chapter 1, only to uncover the root of my disconnection, it read like a dry news report, drowning in facts devoid of imagery, leaving me feeling defeated.

But then, like an ancient paladin gearing up to confront overwhelming foes, I grasped my metaphorical weapon, my keyboard, and plunged into action. I cast aside my editing agenda and returned to the preface, pouring my passion and enthusiasm into the words. Upon rereading it, I could feel the narrative resonate within me. Fueled by renewed vigor, I sailed through the entire preface, refining it as I went, then pressed on to chapters 1 and 2. Now, they feel polished and ready for a publisher's eyes. I infused my insights, my humor, and, importantly, a touch of my characteristic dark humor.

This journey also shed light on the difficulties I encountered with chapter 5 during my previous editing sessions. If I, as the writer, can't relish the story, how can I expect my readers to be captivated by it? I'm optimistic this phase will pass swiftly, but only time will tell.

To wrap up my day, I indulged in more creative endeavors. I caught up on my two technical courses, immersing myself in new knowledge, and then launched into my drawing course. Today's challenge: drawing an intricately detailed eyeball. I'm eager to see my skills develop over the coming week. I couldn't let my musical pursuits go unattended either, so I dedicated about an hour to finger exercises on the guitar. Feeling adventurous, I jumped ahead in my practice, exploring two chords and even teasing out a portion of a song. It's a pity I can't carry a tune, or I'd be belting out "A Horse with No Name" with glee.

Pushing through....

As the week ahead loomed with its inevitable chaos and commitments, I resolved to embrace today as a sanctuary of calmness and creativity, a necessary retreat from the bustling rhythm of everyday life. I began my morning with a nearly 90-minute meditation session, settling into a comfortable position in my personal space. The gentle hum of nature outside mingled with the soft chimes of a nearby wind bell, playing on the computer, creating an atmosphere conducive to mindfulness. With each deep inhalation, I focused on the peaceful rhythm of my breath, allowing it to wash over me like warm sunlight, clearing my mind of the usual clutter and preparing me for the challenges to come.

Once I felt a sense of centeredness envelop me, I transitioned to my exercise routine, invigorating my body and awakening my senses. Each movement was deliberate and expressive, and I could feel my muscles stretching and strengthening with gratitude. Fueled by this newfound energy, I dove into my writing, pouring my thoughts onto the page as I crafted another half chapter of my novel. The words flowed effortlessly like a winding river, each sentence a reflection of my creativity and passion, imbuing the characters with life and depth. In addition to my writing, I tackled another item from my long-standing back blog, crossing it off my list with a satisfying sense of accomplishment, a small but significant win, before heading off to work, feeling as if I had already conquered a challenging day.

When I finally returned home after a long day spent navigating the city, the weight of frustration settled heavily on my shoulders, a physical reminder of the day's trials. Rather than letting it consume me, I reached for my guitar, a trusted companion through life's ups and downs. I poured my feelings into practicing my fingerwork, letting the music become a soothing balm to my weary spirit. The familiar chords resonated beautifully in the air, intertwining with the captivating adventures of *Star Trek* playing softly on the screen. With each strum, I found solace in the comforting melodies, allowing the music to seep into my soul and transport me to distant worlds. This blend of sound and storytelling ignited my imagination, providing a perfect way to unwind and rejuvenate, a gentle reminder of the beauty in both music and creativity.

Okay, I got this....

The morning before my annual physical appointment felt a bit rushed, filled with the familiar mix of anticipation and a touch of anxiety that always accompanies this ritual. As I navigated through my morning routine, grabbing a quick breakfast of sausage and freshly brewed coffee, I felt the weight of what lay ahead. When I finally settled into the sterile exam room, the bright fluorescent lights flickering overhead only added to my unease. However, a wave of relief washed over me as the doctor reviewed my chart and confirmed that my health was generally good, with no major concerns.

Yet, as the conversation shifted, I found myself needing to gently redirect him; he began to veer into topics that felt outside his realm of expertise. While I truly appreciated his care and concern, I couldn't help but feel that some discussions, especially those regarding mental and emotional health, are better left for a psychiatrist or psychologist. I didn't want to dismiss his efforts, but I sought a more focused dialogue about my physical health, after all.

With the appointment concluded, I had timed my visit impeccably. As soon as I stepped out of the clinic, the bustling energy of Memphis beckoned me, weaving me into the rhythm of my daily responsibilities. The city felt vibrantly alive, buzzing under an unseasonably warm sun that caressed my skin. The air hinted at a change in the weather, with foreboding clouds predicted to sweep in this weekend, but for now, the warmth invigorated me.

Arriving home later, I rolled up my sleeves and dove into a few lingering projects that had started to pile up, organizing my workspace, tackling the laundry list of tasks, and finally sorting through the stack of unopened magazines. Each task I checked off my to-do list brought a deep sense of satisfaction, a small reward for my efforts. While I knew a couple of chores still awaited my attention before the weekend came to an end, I allowed myself to pause for a moment, inhale the crisp air, and breathe a sigh of contentment, letting go of the rush for now and embracing the small victories of the day.

I blame the season....

As I consciously set aside the relentless demands of work, I find myself plunging into deep self-reflection, particularly concerning my current emotional state. I can't shake the feeling that this Christmas season, typically a radiant beacon of joy and warmth, is a significant source of my unease. What is usually a time filled with festive colors, cheerful gatherings, and the comforting sounds of seasonal music paradoxically casts a deep shadow over many, including myself. In conversations with friends and acquaintances, I sense a growing disquiet; they share their apprehensions about soaring food prices, unexpected shifts in insurance policies under the current administration, and the unending barrage of political theatrics emanating from Washington. Each day feels like an uphill struggle for mental clarity, as we wade through a flood of conflicting messages pulsating from our screens and the airwaves.

For those of us who tend to think critically, it becomes glaringly evident that a more intricate narrative is unfolding just beneath the surface. Even among the writers, artists, and dreamers; those who typically perceive the world through a lens of creativity and imagination, it feels almost overwhelming to comprehend the full scope of what is happening around us. The daily dramas we witness seem to be meticulously constructed to drain our spirit, leaving us feeling like weary soldiers in an endless battle. We're being gently nudged into a state of numbness, resembling drones laboring through the motions of existence, stripped of passion and vigor. Even the sturdiest rock, with the persistent caress of time and the elements, can be worn down; and I truly believe this is precisely what is occurring within us, slowly but surely, as we navigate these tumultuous waters. The season, rather than lifting our spirits, has become a reflection of the complexities and challenges that weigh heavily on our minds and hearts, reminding us that beneath the surface of celebration lies a profound struggle for meaning and resilience.

Drumroll please....

The highlight of the day was undoubtedly the arrival of Laura's shiny new car, a moment we had all been eagerly awaiting. After weeks of anticipation, we finally received the exhilarating news that her beloved vehicle was ready for pick-up. With excitement bubbling over, we made our way to the dealership, the atmosphere buzzing with energy as we prepared to finalize the paperwork and embark on a thrilling test drive.

As we arrived, the ladies were immediately captivated by the car's sleek design, a stunning new Kia that gleamed under quickly darkening sky. Its smooth lines and modern features sparked undeniable enthusiasm among us, transforming the lengthy transaction process into a mere formality. After about two and a half hours of reviewing specifications and signing documents, we bid farewell to the old Spark, now parked in its spot, making way for the striking new addition parked proudly in the driveway. Though it was slightly larger than the Chevy, I could already sense that this new model would be a fantastic fit for Laura's lifestyle. While it did have a few dings and scratches, evidence of its journey before arriving at our hands, I was confident that a good polish would restore its luster and have it looking brand new in no time.

The day's festivities, however, came at a cost. Due to the car appointment, I had to cut short my usual activities before heading to work, and by the time I returned home, I felt utterly drained. Seeking a small consolation, I decided to stop by Arby's for a second lunch, hoping to relive some nostalgic cravings from my youth. Yet, to my surprise, I stumbled upon an intriguing revelation: my taste for fast food had dramatically diminished. The homemade pepperoni and salami sandwich I had whipped up that morning tasted infinitely more satisfying than the gyro I picked up. I recalled fondly how much I used to enjoy their food; I even worked as an assistant manager back in the days when their menu was strictly classic roast beef sandwiches and curly fries; long before the advent of all those modern specialty items that now adorn their offerings. I chuckled to myself, reminiscing about those simpler times, but I made a conscious effort not to dwell on it too long.

Now, with just one more workday to conquer before the much-anticipated two-day break, I could already feel the weight of anticipation lift, a blissful escape was just around the corner!

A sigh of relief....

Reflecting on this past week, I can't help but feel it hasn't been the most fulfilling. I ended up clocking nearly eight hours off work, which serves as a clear indication of how my schedule was derailed. The week unfolded with a series of events that seemed to build on each other, straying me further from my professional commitments. Between juggling a doctor's appointment that ran longer than anticipated, running various errands that piled up, and dedicating several hours to assist Laura in her purchase of her new car, my work hours took quite a significant hit.

In retrospect, I realize that with a little better planning, perhaps mapping out my schedule in advance or prioritizing my tasks more efficiently, I could have navigated the week more effectively. Yet, as frustrating as it is to acknowledge, what's done is done, and I'm learning to accept that some weeks simply unfold in unexpected ways.

Now that everything is in place, Laura's has finally arrived, a vibrant shade of blue that gleams beautifully under the sunlight, I can breathe a sigh of relief as my week winds down. This morning, filled with anticipation for a productive day, I was determined to leave the house early. I had hoped to reclaim some of the hours I'd missed earlier in the week. However, after clocking in extra hours at work and pouring myself into numerous tasks, I returned home utterly worn out.

To unwind and help me slip into a more relaxed mindset, I lost myself in a few episodes of an enthralling new miniseries from the BBC. Created by the brilliant minds behind Doctor Who, the show grabbed my attention with its intricate storytelling and captivating characters. It was the perfect escape, allowing me to settle into my evening routine and momentarily forget the chaos of the week.

Now, with the weekend beckoning, I'm eagerly anticipating the next two days off. I plan to take the opportunity to recharge and indulge in more binge-worthy shows, hoping to turn my focus to relaxation and enjoyment. It's the small pleasures that I look forward to the most, as they provide a much-needed balance to the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

Too cold, but still productive....

It was a bone-chilling day, and I struggled to stay warm. Last night, I used two heating blankets, one on top and one on the bottom, just to get some sleep. I can feel the cold deep in my bones. However, I decided to make the most of my day off. I tackled my entire to-do list from last week and even checked off a few extra tasks before preparing my list for this week.

I received a call from the doctor asking for a consultation, which I will handle tomorrow. Additionally, I finished Chapter 3 of my novel. I know it's a bit of a setback, but I went back to reread my previous work, and I realized it was seriously lacking. Having just completed a creative writing course, I'm applying those new standards to my current writing, and I feel it's improving. Although this may set me back about a month, I am comfortable with that.

Tomorrow will be a cooking day once everyone is up and moving. I plan to make cucumber salad, bread, and pizza. We'll see how that goes!

Doing my best....

Having two consecutive days off is a welcome relief, yet it still feels like a mere drop in the bucket when it comes to alleviating my mounting stress, especially with the holiday season's hustle and bustle fast approaching. This morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm golden hue across the house, I sprang into action. I joyfully wrapped vibrant Christmas presents adorned with colorful paper, carefully arranging them under the twinkling tree. The warm, soft glow of the lights added a layer of festive cheer, and I couldn't help but smile as I envisioned the joy these gifts would bring to my loved ones.

Once my family stirred and the house was filled with the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of a cold morning, I made my way to the doctor for a follow-up appointment. The check-up went smoothly, providing a sense of reassurance that was much needed. Afterward, I ventured to Walmart, weaving through the bustling aisles filled with eager shoppers. I gathered a plethora of supplies, mentally ticking off my list as I selected the perfect ingredients for my culinary endeavors planned for the day.

Back in the kitchen, I rolled up my sleeves and set to work crafting subway-style rolls. The dough rose beautifully, soft and elastic under my fingers as I prepared a special pizza sauce, blending it to perfection just for Willow. The air transformed into a cozy haven filled with tantalizing aromas as I shaped and baked two homemade pizzas, one topped with a medley of my favorite ingredients just for me, and the other a delightful creation tailored to Willow's tastes, featuring her requested toppings. As I pulled them from the oven, golden and bubbling, I couldn't help but revel in their perfection. After relying on frozen pizzas for far too long, indulging in this home-cooked goodness felt like a well-deserved reward for navigating another hectic week. Each savory bite confirmed that my homemade pizza was an unmatched delight, and I'm seriously contemplating making it a staple in my meal planning, now all I need is to ensure my pantry is stocked with fresh essentials.

Later, Willow and I joined forces to tackle the issue of the pool cover, which had been flapping in the wind. Our teamwork paid off as we managed to secure it back in place successfully. However, our trusty shop vac, long on its last legs, finally succumbed to the wear and tear during our efforts. Resourceful as ever, we quickly improvised with what we had on hand to complete the task without missing a beat.

Once the pool project was wrapped up, I allowed myself a well-deserved break. I settled down with my desktop and focused on my novel. The words flowed easily this afternoon, each sentence building on the last, and at this pace, I'm confident I'll not only meet my writing goals for 2025 but also catch up much sooner than expected. The day felt fulfilling, a perfect blend of productivity and creativity that nourished both my body and spirit, leaving me with a sense of accomplishment and contentment as the evening wrapped around me like a warm embrace.

Rough start....

I'm doing my best to stay optimistic, but it's definitely a challenge. Last night was restless; I tossed and turned, barely catching any sleep. Still, I pushed myself out of bed and faced the day head-on. I sifted through my daily agenda, organized a portion of the cluttered garage, and made meaningful strides on my backup blog. I also chipped away at my novel, putting in solid effort, and managed to complete three out of four of my courses. Eventually, I decided to take a short nap; it didn't rejuvenate me as much as I hoped, but it also didn't leave me worse off. Later, I headed to work, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in. When I returned home, I was drained, so I turned up the music to lift my spirits and caught up on my game for a little escape before sinking into bed for the night.

On a roll....

Despite the frustrations of the workday, my personal time unfolded in a pleasantly unexpected way. I delved into my novel, and to my delight, I made considerable strides. I meticulously edited an entire chapter, and the result was nothing short of excellent. If I continue at this pace, I might find myself ready to publish by the end of January, an exhilarating thought! Yet, a flicker of doubt lingers in my mind about maintaining this momentum; there remains a mountain of editing still to conquer.

One of the unique challenges in my writing process lies in my use of a voice recorder to capture my thoughts at the moment, which I later transcribe. While this method allows for spontaneity, it can occasionally result in a disjointed flow of ideas. Consequently, I frequently find myself grappling with significant plot holes. The silver lining, however, is that I'm identifying these issues during the editing phase, rather than waiting for the often harrowing moment of receiving reader feedback.

More progress....

Today, I'm reveling in a significant triumph: I've just completed another chapter of my novel! The words flowed easily, and I feel like I'm on a creative surge. If I maintain this momentum, my manuscript could be ready for publishing in just a month. That's when the real adventure starts!

Work, however, was frustrating today, as it often is when unexpected issues arise, and let's be honest, they frequently do. I spent the day navigating through a series of annoying disruptions that tested my patience.

As I look ahead to the new year, I'm filled with anticipation for the substantial changes coming my way. I genuinely believe these shifts will be beneficial, but I also recognize that I have some important areas to focus on. Many of these revolve around personal growth and creative pursuits, particularly my writing. I recently completed a writing course, and I was amazed when I compared some of my earlier pieces to my newer work; the improvement is striking. Now, it's crucial that I harness the skills I've gained to enhance my current projects and bring them to completion.

By the time I finally arrived home, I felt drained, ready to simply stare at the wall and decompress. For the first time in ages, I found myself fighting to stay awake until midnight. But somehow, I prevailed, and here we are, one victory at a time!

Another Chapter....

Today marked a significant milestone in my creative journey as I proudly completed another chapter of my novel. After a period of experimentation, I've finally found my rhythm, dedicating time each day to edit and refine my work. If I can maintain this steady pace, I'll be well on my way to publishing by mid-January, which is just around the corner. With about 15 chapters remaining, I'm looking forward to diving into my final read-through after the first week of January, eager to polish every word and nuance.

In addition to my writing achievements, I'm pleased to report that I've been diligent in keeping up with my daily commitments, successfully avoiding any missed tasks lately. However, I'm currently grappling with some challenges when it comes to playing the guitar; my fingers aren't moving as fluidly as I would like them to. This setback wasn't entirely unexpected, as I've had similar struggles in the past. Part of the difficulty arises from my battle with arthritis. While playing the guitar is often hailed as a homeopathic remedy for alleviating the symptoms of arthritis, I've found that it mainly assists in managing the discomfort rather than providing outright relief. Fortunately, with each passing day, the exercises are becoming slightly easier, and I'm noticing a reduction in pain levels. Still, the unseasonably warm weather seems to exacerbate my symptoms, a frustrating complication I'm learning to navigate.

The choices....

I spent the morning before work meticulously preparing to hit the ground running and achieve my goals for the day. As you may have heard, the best-laid plans often go awry, and mine were no exception. Despite the small setbacks threatening to derail my optimism, I did my best to maintain a cheerful facade; at least on the surface. Deep within, though, I sometimes feel like a seething volcano, bubbling with pent-up frustration, ready to erupt at any moment. Fortunately, I've managed to delicately place a small, playful kitten atop that metaphorical volcano, preventing an explosive outburst. I admit, that imagery might be a touch exaggerated, but it captures my inner turmoil.

When I returned home, I faced two divergent paths: I could either channel my swirling negative energy into something creative, or succumb to the temptation of wallowing in my own thoughts. I opted for the former. Earlier in the day, we opened one Christmas present early, and mine turned out to be a beautiful new pan flute. Carrying it with me throughout the day, it became a comforting refuge amidst my moments of negativity.

As evening descended, I played the pan flute, letting its soothing notes ripple through the air. I also indulged my fingers in a series of melodic exercises on the guitar, and even ventured to noodle a little on the saxophone, losing myself in the music's embrace. To keep my spirits afloat, I diligently stayed caught up with my daily journal, pouring my thoughts onto the pages for the coming week, and escaped into a bit of "Star Trek: Enterprise," letting the sci-fi series transport me to distant worlds.

I'm genuinely impressed with myself for not allowing the negative mood to consume me too quickly. I can still feel it lurking at the edges, like a shadow waiting for the perfect moment, but right now, I feel a sense of control, a delicate balance between my emotions and the vibrant life I strive to cultivate.

Bidda bing, bidda bang....

After receiving the news that I would be down for at least three days starting yesterday, I decided not to brood or sulk. Instead, I took charge and worked through the day to maintain a positive state of mind. I accomplished quite a bit in the garage, planned out my new office, worked on the pool by lowering the water level, and visited all three gyms.

While I was at ATC swimming, I met someone from Warriors, another gym I had checked out that offers full-contact mixed martial arts. I agreed to go with him to take another look around. I got to do some sparring; I got my rear end kicked in bare-hand mixed martial arts, but I easily took him down in jousting sparring. Since he was around 20 and I'm 60, I didn't feel too bad about it.

I also made significant progress on my novel, so I'm counting today as a good day. Finally, I planned for the next two days and am working on an active strategy to recover the lost funds. It will be a bit challenging, but I have two days to prepare. Tomorrow, I have a lengthy to-do list. I will not be returning to Warriors and will probably only visit one of the gyms. By the end of the day, I felt quite sore.

Not really sitting around doing nothing....

Even though I cannot work, I am still getting things done. The most significant accomplishment today was making two lasagnas. One was based on Laura's family's recipe, while the other was my own. The two recipes are quite different, and I only tasted mine. It turned out pretty good, just like I remembered. Tomorrow, I plan to taste Laura's version.

I also drove Willow to the mall and picked her up when she was finished shopping. I told her she needed to get me a gift for taking her out, and she came back with a fur boa, which is pretty cool.

I had several other tasks on my list for the day, but they'll have to wait until tomorrow since I didn't anticipate how long cooking would take. I forgot how time-consuming my lasagna recipe is! However, I hadn't had that craving in about three or four years, so maybe I'm set for a while.

Christmas eve....

It's a beautiful Christmas Eve, but instead of a snowy landscape, it's 70 degrees outside. It doesn't quite feel like the holiday, but that's alright. I double-checked everything for work and I'm set for tomorrow morning.

Today, I tackled several tasks on my to-do list, including cleaning both bathrooms, scrubbing the kitchen island, and mopping the kitchen floor. I also began preparing for the 2026 blog. I'm feeling ready for the new year and looking forward to returning to work.

I did try to cross off a major item from my list by taking the photos I've been meaning to get for about six months, but it didn't go well. I got through the entire series only to discover a focus issue when I reviewed them. I'm not sure how that happened, but it looks like I'll have to start over from scratch.

The family enjoyed our traditional Christmas Eve, opening presents while we ate frozen pizzas. Everyone received something they liked. The biggest surprise was the heavy bag from Willow, I definitely didn't see that coming. I looked into mounting it from the ceiling, but that might not be feasible. That's okay; I'll add a heavy bag stand to my Amazon list and handle it that way. I'm looking forward to incorporating it into my daily routine.

Overall, it was a decent day, and I'm ready to go back to work.

Christmas day....

Christmas Day feels just like any other day to me. While the ladies stayed at home enjoying their time, I headed back to work. I'm relieved that Uber managed to resolve the issues I was having, and I hope not to face that kind of annoyance again for a long time. Before going into work, I completed my entire morning list and tackled a few extra tasks, even finishing another chapter of my novel. Tomorrow morning, I plan to do a final proofreading of that chapter, and then it will be ready. I had intended to stop by the gym after work, but it seems they were experiencing a power outage, so that didn't happen. I don't plan to start my rigorous gym routine until January 1st, but there's no harm in getting a head start. When I got home, I was tired, but I felt satisfied with my day, so I'll take it.

Bad Juju....

I don't know what it was about today, but I am not feeling well at all. I have muscle aches and a headache that just will not go away. I pushed through work and managed to keep an even keel for most of the day, but it was quite frustrating. Before I went into work, I got the next chapter of the novel edited but it still has to be checked. I also have to add a paradigm shift for my main character because I have them going in a different direction than they started and I did not explain it well. I did not do my guitar today and I did not touch the saxophone. But I did some work on the programming and I am working on drawing my eye in my art course. When I got home, I was really not feeling well and I did not even eat dinner. I just took the time to relax. Today was a challenging day for me; I'm not feeling well at all. I have muscle aches and a persistent headache that just won't go away. I managed to push through work and keep a steady demeanor for most of the day, but it was quite frustrating.

Before heading to work, I edited the next chapter of my novel, but it still needs to be reviewed. I also need to incorporate a paradigm shift for my main character because they are heading in a different direction than originally intended, and I didn't explain this shift clearly.

I didn't practice my guitar today, nor did I touch the saxophone. However, I worked on some programming and practiced drawing the eye for my art course. When I got home, I still wasn't feeling well, so I skipped dinner and chose to relax instead.

Yuck....

One silver lining about having a rough workday is that I wasn't feeling well either. I struggle to enjoy a good day when I'm under the weather because it negatively affects my mood. This morning, before work, I realized I wasn't feeling like myself, and that feeling lingered throughout the day. Being listless and lethargic isn't ideal, but perhaps I can push through this and find my way back to a positive mindset before the new year begins. Look at that, I'm managing to put a positive spin on a negative situation! Everyone, be amazed!

Time to trudge....

This week has been a struggle to find the motivation to get moving, but I'm holding onto the hope that the upcoming week will usher in a positive change. Work has been particularly demanding, compounded by the relentless heavy driver attendance that made each ride feel like a marathon. On top of it all, I'm still battling a nagging sense of being under the weather, but I'm managing to push through.

Despite these challenges, I carved out some precious moments before work to make strides in my novel, and I continued to delve into it after returning home, losing myself in the world I'm creating. On the practical side of things, I tackled the task of taking down the Christmas decorations from the front yard, the gusty wind swirling around me as I pulled each one from the ground.

As the year draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on what has passed and eagerly anticipating the new challenges that await in the coming year.

I got this....

Although work can be annoying, I'm trying to take it in stride. There are certain issues that are so frustrating they need to be addressed. One of the most significant problems in Memphis right now is that AT&T is conducting work throughout the city as part of a network upgrade. They are digging holes in the streets, typically about four feet by four feet. They tear up the asphalt, remove the debris, and then refill the holes with dirt and stone.

Initially, they placed barricades around these holes, but that practice seems to have stopped. They also aren't repaving the holes, and due to the materials they're using, the dirt and stone are quickly getting displaced, creating large holes across the city. In some cases, there can be as many as ten of these holes on a single road, forcing drivers to navigate over them, which is damaging our vehicle suspensions. Coupled with the additional speed bumps added throughout the city, Memphis is no longer a driver-friendly place.

When repairs are made on the streets, they're often done carelessly. I'm considering writing a letter to the mayor about these issues. I doubt it will lead to any change, but I sense an opportunity here that I'm not quite sure how to approach. Other than that, my day was uneventful. I'm feeling frustrated on multiple levels, but that's nothing new.

The year is almost done....

Today, the personal side of my life felt quite boring. I completed my morning routine, but that was about it. I didn't have time to play my guitar or do anything extra before work. When I got home, I was still a bit frustrated from dealing with the riders, but I remembered to reset the algorithm before logging off. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and I'm hoping for a better day.

The New Year is here....

The morning dawned sluggishly, each moment feeling like I was wading through thick molasses. My thoughts felt tangled and elusive, as if they had slipped away just when I needed them most. It wasn't the ideal way to kick off the final day of the year. Still, I forged ahead, determined to make the most of it. To my surprise, rolling through work turned out to be far smoother than I had expected; tasks that seemed daunting earlier fell effortlessly into place.

By evening, I returned home, ready to unwind in the comforting embrace of my living room. I set my lamp to dim daylight, soft glow casting gentle shadows as I sank into my work chair, letting the worries of the day dissipate. It was a rather uneventful way to bid farewell to the year, but sometimes, a quiet, uneventful evening is a welcome pause, a simple joy among the chaos of life.