Down a Thursday

Morning, all. Temps begin the day in the mid-50s but will climb to 90 this afternoon. 

Six days in a row at the gym. It's time to take a break. 

We need more coffee....ah, there we go. 

Our local basketball team is in the NBA finals. We could not care less. Sorry, we're just not an NBA guy. The World Cup is here too. We don't care a whole lot about it, but we'll watch some matches. Why not?

War of the ants...we've spotted some little ones. But we haven't seen any big carpenter ants in the house for a week or ten days. 

Thursday...Thursday downer. 

We should be in a better mood, yet we aren't.

Reader(s) probably have an image of an author sitting in his study, furiously pounding the keyboard and ripping the page from his typewriter (IYKYK). Actually, most mornings ours is more like a cubicle job, like Office Space. Some days we even do that thing where we stare at the computer and pretend to work (IYKYK). We're actually just doomscrolling.  

In truth we feel stuck. Sales wise we've probably peeked as an author. We're not worried. Not yet, anyway. 

And no one seems interested in our magazine article queries. 

And we're bored. We're not quite bored with this blog. But we're bored AF with Substack, which feels like just another social media failure. See also Twitter and Gab. We're bored at night too. We've access to every movie and TV show ever made and we can't find something to watch. We can't think of anything to read, either. It's soooo weird. 

DOGE report.

Same. Lot's of progress on both fronts [So what are you so down about?-Ed]. Dunno.