With apologies to Dickens, there are the best of times and the worst of times; but, there are also times like these which go beyond the suck scale. I really hate it when we go off the scale, I like things easy to categorize and keep track of and when things drop off the end of the suck scale all I know for sure is that I’m screwed. I like knowing how screwed. Its sort of comforting. I just wish that suck didn’t involve a full-body pain that’s reminiscent of the pain level of passing a kidney stone.
Oh well, when life gives you lemons brew hard lemonade. That reminds me, I need to do that very soon now. Anyway.
We’re back to the revelation that nothing will happen if I don’t make it happen. Meaning? Apparently I’m not going to feel better anytime soon, so I’ll need to do what I’d do when I feel good in a state of uber fuckedupness and say the hell with the extra time it takes. That means quite a bit of stuff around the house and I need to finish off the Almanac.
Where am I at on that?
340 pages, 295,309 words, 1,423,345 characters.
Sadly, I have a ways to go. I expect I’ll end at around 500 pages including illustrations. Its going to be fun though
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