Looks like I missed last month. Busy, man. Just fucking busy. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. Blogs are the types of things that require daily, or at least weekly care. 20/20 deserves better than the once a month or less posting it has been getting this year. Here is a list of the things that happen instead of my posting here:
- get to work at 7:30 a.m. M-F
- leave work around 4-4:30 p.m.
- homework once the ladies and I have arrived home around 5:30 in the evenings
- dinner
- other homework we forgot to do
- teeth
- bathing every other night, the ladies and myself
- lots of reading
- make tomorrow’s lunches
- put away yesterday’s dishes
- laundry
- possible grown up tv show with husband
Enough with the unordered list. Sometimes I feel like all I do is make bulleted lists.
Eyes growing weary. The hour is late. I am boring.
hello November!
20 Fingers, 20 Toes 
You’re not boring. But I do notice in my days how the creative and the free and the fun consume minutes, whilst the boring and the redundant and the sisyphean occupy hours.
Bits and snips are life, and the rest can cram it.
How do we flip those ratios, 2020?