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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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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Retroblogging 1980: August 26, 1980


8/26/1980

I have moved out of Logan. Today is the second day of our trip. Dad went before us because he had to start his new job. Jed and J.J., Grandma [Roa], Mom and me are driving out there. School starts the 2nd of Sectber, the day after Lader day.

Lader Day is an obscure holiday in the month of Sectber.

Sectber being the month where a sect of scholars comes together, decree that we must study ancient texts -- the ones that are stored on the highest shelf of the liberry that can only be accessed by ...

No. Not a traditional ladder.

But a lader.

A climbing apparatus of mythical and mysterious origin.

And to figure all this out,

You must attend school.

Durrrrrrr!
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