Uncle Josh Had A Day Under the Bar

Yesterday my brain was firing on all cylinders. My thoughts were jumping through associations that I had to stop several times and ask “how the hell did I get here?” I’ve lost the ability to think slowly, to connect thoughts together in any meaningful way that would let me organize them. Then I went out …

Uncle Josh Remembers What He Forgot to Say

Yesterday’s entry was a bit slapdash and done without notes. To be honest, that’s how I’ve been writing here anyway. My notes are growing in an Obsidian vault and simmering in the background, but that means certain things don’t get written when they should. One of the things I did during my time in the …