Notes from Steve

I told Jordan I broke my toe.  I don’t think I did, but it does hurt.  I look at it and wiggle it, and it doesn’t seem broken, but who knows.  It’s probably gout. (I need to watch my intake of anchovies according to Google.)  Last week, I was worried that my eyelids had become droopy, and I was going to slip into darkness while driving on the interstate.  I blame the recent time change and the onset of winter.  Nothing good happens from November to the beginning of March. (I realize the Christmas lovers will have a fit with this, and I don’t care.)

My friend gave me a journal last week for my birthday, and I think I'll use it to track the good things I’ve done for myself.  Exercise, eating decently, meditation, sleep, good list keeping* -- reminders that I have done good stuff.  When I start bah humbugging and boo hoo-ing life, I’ll journal a “Steve appreciation thread” and it’ll be like a nice warm hug.**

My friend just sent me a TikTok extolling the virtues of Scotcharoo Ice Cream.  Brilliant.  Small things like this are the good things I need to get through the winter.  Also, I moved my furniture around yesterday.  It really doesn’t take much to re-appreciate the beauty in life …

*… I was mortified to learn that Alexa keeps a vocal log of whenever I talk to it.  This is not something I want discovered after I die, because I yell at it a lot and it’s all recorded. 
**Don’t hug me, I’m not a hugger.