"Baby Steps" (324)
By turns, sunny and a little rainy today. Our high was 82F, with a heat index of 85F.
The afternoon's film was Chad Stahelski's John Wick: Chapter Three - Parabellum (2019).
Longtime readers know that for much of my life I have had to deal with bouts of sometimes intense agoraphobia. Which has, increasingly, led to my becoming less and inclinced to bother leaving the house. And readers who've been around just the past three or four years know that before the COVID-19 lockdown I had gotten much, much better. But Kathryn and I took the lockdown very seriously*, and I don't regret that. But it had the unfortunate consequence of worsening my difficulty venturing Outside to a degree I've never experienced before. I know now what it is like to go much longer than a month without leaving the house (before COVID, my record was 21 consecutive days). And it's a rare month I go out at all more than two or three times. And it's really beginning to piss me off. So, I'm trying to get past it. This afternoon, I made it all the way down to the driveway. Hence, the title.
Look, if I'm not gonna stop keeping this blog, I gotta write about something, even if it's something as ultimately silly as my agoraphobia.
Meanawhile, please preorder Bradbury Weather. I am told it will sell out before publication.
And, as usual, I ask that you look in on the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Thanks.
From Inside,
Aunt Beast
12:56 p.m.
* I understand this level of isolation during the pandemic wasn't a luxury available to everyone, no matter how serious they took the thing.
The afternoon's film was Chad Stahelski's John Wick: Chapter Three - Parabellum (2019).
Longtime readers know that for much of my life I have had to deal with bouts of sometimes intense agoraphobia. Which has, increasingly, led to my becoming less and inclinced to bother leaving the house. And readers who've been around just the past three or four years know that before the COVID-19 lockdown I had gotten much, much better. But Kathryn and I took the lockdown very seriously*, and I don't regret that. But it had the unfortunate consequence of worsening my difficulty venturing Outside to a degree I've never experienced before. I know now what it is like to go much longer than a month without leaving the house (before COVID, my record was 21 consecutive days). And it's a rare month I go out at all more than two or three times. And it's really beginning to piss me off. So, I'm trying to get past it. This afternoon, I made it all the way down to the driveway. Hence, the title.
Look, if I'm not gonna stop keeping this blog, I gotta write about something, even if it's something as ultimately silly as my agoraphobia.
Meanawhile, please preorder Bradbury Weather. I am told it will sell out before publication.
And, as usual, I ask that you look in on the Dreaming Squid Sundries shop. Thanks.
From Inside,
Aunt Beast
12:56 p.m.
* I understand this level of isolation during the pandemic wasn't a luxury available to everyone, no matter how serious they took the thing.