Dragna's Daily

Since moving into our first ever house my wife and I have spent an inordinate amount of our time outside working on removing a really horrific Japanese Knotweed infestation on our land.

I feel like the theme of tears shows up a little too often in my life, but if you've listened to the SIX The Musical soundtrack, then I think you'll be able to forgive me (at least this one time).

That doesn't surprise me, but also won't dissuade me. More of a rather boring long format microblog post, all of the hyper personal nonsense you don't care about, without any of the brevity (that last part might be a lie).

I cry watching movies, stolen kisses and tragic loss.

I'm constantly astounded by how much stress and anxiety can wear me down. It quickly becomes this self feeding cycle, the stress leading to overthinking, leading to anxiety trying to pinpoint the stress, finding no answers, circling around again, causing more stress, and by the time I've hit the ground I'm a mess of thoughts searching for answers to questions I can't even remember, and it starts all over again.

Reading Fever I came across something I had yet to encounter; a physical description of someone who was on an HIV treatment plan. TWs before you continue....

When Twitter started to spiral it barely registered in my life. I'd tried to get into the microblog format over a decade ago, and I found I liked words too much to be able to participate. I've had a peripheral relationship with Twitter since. Friends sharing their favorite ridiculous tweets, the occasional Discord embed, and of course cross posts on sites, including Reddit.

Thanks for asking, but I did take an overlong nap. I could have been doing work outside, fixing the garage, the small but persistent leak in our koi pond, pulling weeds from the garden...I mean really anything that required any sort of minimal amount of physical exertion.

I thought it might be important to start with the reasons why I want to do a pride reading month. To start in the middle, for the beginning would take too long. I currently live on an old (relative to American standards, the home I live in was built in 1851) property. Stone house, with a rotting corn crib, and bank barn in desperate need of a refresh.

I always struggle to sticking to just one book when reading, but I've decided to try and have a bit of focus at least on the topic of my reading for the next month. I'm no longer in Frederick (MD), but I am still close enough to frequent one of my favorite local bookshops, Curious Iguana.