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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Friday, January 21, 2011

The Shushing Librarian and the Wintertime Blues - Part 1

The Shushing Librarian here again. Happy 2011.

Glad to be here once again guest posting for Auntie Nettie while she's off doing something or other. I don't know what exactly. She was last seen slogging through the January slush/snow/ice/rain mix toward a train, when she was engulfed in a person-sized wave of goop from the splashing of a passing car, so who knows where she'll wash up.

As for me, can I level with you?I'm having a hard time with the snow too. The drifts are burying me.It's driving me crazy.It's really ringing my bell.I'm a basket-case.Some days I get home from the office, feeling like I've been wrung out and hung up to dry.I've tried self-medicating with all kinds of things.
The old stand-by of chocolate,
mashed potatoes, and ice cream seemed to help ... a little. I decided to seek out some advice on how to deal with the winter blues.

My colleague, The Roaming Gnome,
predictably told me to go on a tropical vacation. Hate to tell you R.G., my excursion to the Dole pineapple farm didn't help.

I just managed to remember how much I hate pineapple,
and then I picked up another bug on the plane trips.

I had to resort to more drugs.

While I was in a NyQuil induced fog, I had visions of a wise
Jedi Master who gave me some unexpected advice:

But maybe that was the alcohol in the NyQuil talking?

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