In which I am vague

giphy.gifMajor, major, major development for my Clark Kent identity today, and I can’t say a damn thing about it.  Which is endlessly frustrating because, like, this is one of those Okay Everything Just Changed type of situations and I really really really want to start wargaming out how things would work in my new reality but it’s not even close to being my new reality just yet.  Right now it’s an opportunity for new reality.  One that would put me back on the horse in a lot of ways and even get some things around here back on track that haven’t been in quite a while.

And I’m crazy-excited about it, and I would have to be insane to start talking about it for real, so instead you just get the vaguest blog post ever and a sort of half-assed notice that Things Might Be Different soon.  Which things?  Can’t say.

So, yeah, I’m vaguebooking.  Lucky for me I own the place.


Speaking of “I own the place,” I made a concession to certain upcoming holidays and acquired– well, my wife bought it, but it was my ideaone of these things for the house, which is now displaying a pleasing swirling vortex of red and green lights over the front of my home and I didn’t have to get up on a ladder or nail anything to anything.  Total time to decorate my place: 5 minutes.  Maybe 10 if you account for the fact that I might buy one more so we can cover the entire front of the house without putting an extension cord across the driveway, which seems like an exceptionally poor idea.

‘Tis the season, and all.

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