*All* the walkies. Me no likey.

I’ve been walking everywhere for long enough now that I’ve started recognizing people’s dogs before I recognize the people. There’s one golden retriever that always acts like it’s the greatest day of its life just because somebody exists on the sidewalk. Meanwhile I’m over here trying to convince my knees that we’ve only got another mile to go.

I miss my truck. Not even because I like driving that much. It’s more the principle of the thing. There are days where work ends and I think, “Cool. Now I get to spend another half hour walking home.” Which is fine. The weather’s been decent. It’s just that thirty minutes here and thirty minutes there starts adding up when you’re already working ridiculous hours.

I keep thinking about how weird it is that web development is the thing I do for fun now.

Years ago I’d spend an entire Saturday messing around with PHP because I wanted to. Now I spend all day working jobs I don’t even like, finally get home, make something to eat, and my reward is…opening VS Code because I’d rather debug CSS than think about chicken for another five minutes.

I don’t know what that says about me lol.

Actually, I probably do.

Speaking of work, somebody at the truck stop today asked if I was having a good day.

I looked around at the lunch rush, the fryer going off, tickets printing like they were trying to set a world record, and just said, “Well…I’m here.”

They laughed.

I laughed.

The fryer laughed.

Good times.

My sister discorded me earlier about some random thing and I just stared at my phone for a second. Not because of the text itself, but because I realized I don’t have the energy anymore. Eight months of her stuff sitting at my house. One request to come get something and suddenly I’m apparently history’s greatest monster. It’s exhausting. Anyway. That’s enough airtime for that.

I’m trying really hard not to let one difficult person rent space in my head for free.

I got home tonight and immediately forgot why I’d walked into the kitchen. Just stood there looking at the refrigerator like it had the answers. Eventually I remembered I was making dinner.

Tofu tacos, in case anyone’s curious.

I swear tofu gets judged way more than it deserves. If you season it properly it’s basically just a vehicle for whatever flavor you wanted anyway. Which, now that I think about it, is probably true of potatoes too.

See? This is why conversations with me take weird turns.

Anyway, I’m going to spend a little while working on a website before I go to bed because apparently that’s what I consider relaxing now. Then tomorrow I’ll get up and do it all over again.

Could’ve been worse, I guess.

My feet might disagree lol.