April, May, June, July, August, and September

Why hello again! It’s been quite a few months since I’ve updated this blog. As it turns out, this pandemic has gone on forever, in no small part due to the incompetent leadership in America. I still like working from home. I still think that we can recoup some financial losses by getting rid of office life as much as possible. I still like walking outside and baking bread, although my sourdough starter has died. I stopped running as much when it got super hot, but I’m able to go back to the gym, which is nice. The really difficult part has been grief. Grief is strange and surreal to begin with, but in this pandemic, the strangeness and surrealness has been magnified.

And I’ll probably write more about that at one point, but not right now. Right now it’s enough to tell you that my father died in July. Grieving has been painful and sad and complicated. The loss of a parent is a primal loss, and the loss of an abusive and alcoholic parent is a terribly complex primal loss. I’m probably going to write about this a lot, or maybe I won’t write about it at all. A friend of mine from high school died from cancer shortly afterward. Honestly, far too many people have died in a very short time. I think we’re all grieving at this point.

And now it’s October. And I’ve read a billion books, and I want to read a billion more, and one of my closest friends and I have started a book review project, called Everyday I Read the Book, that will one day be a podcast. You can find it on Instagram and Facebook.

And I’m trying to start writing again. I’m working on some fiction, I’m doing some stuff, but it’s slow going. Stay tuned. There’s more to come.