1 March 2026

I just had the oddest experience. I’m eating a yogurt, listening to some Waylon and Willie, just blanking out and staring into the cup while mixing it. While doing so, I just had a thousand lifetimes of thoughts. Wild stuff. That’s a zero-added-sugar yogurt, by the way. Father Time is finally having a say over my diet. I ate like trash while staying thin for decades, so it’s fine, I guess.

Up here in beautiful New England, you can feel Spring coming. We have sun, we have birds, and we also still have a foot of unmelted snow on the ground. Tonight is going to be single digits, but after that, we are seeing 50s. T-SHIRT TIME!

I’ve got some cash stashed away that I plan on spending on more perennials for our yard, along with one of those tiny fire pits and a small patio set. I’ll be finishing off our fence line with climbing roses and a non-invasive lilac wisteria as well. Things are going to get crazy.

While I have no commentary on my wife’s upbringing in this space, suffice it to say that all of these little things are things she has dreamed of having for her entire life. I may struggle to say “I Love You”, but I find little ways to show her. I plant flowers, I get her drinks and sandwiches, and I clean her car for her.

Folks, a little advice. Our significant others all have to put up with some form of shit from us, whether we are aware of it or not. I’m telling you, getting my wife ginger ale once in a while is one of our keys to a happy marriage. The words “Can I get you anything?” go a long way. Also, separate blankets. You’ll never go back to sharing.

On the Mencius front, I find it difficult to wrap my head around how he seeks a system that provides for everyone while also preaching strict stratification. Forced stagnation may be efficient, but is it natural? What is natural anyway?

Woah…

Do drugs and give hugs,

JTC