Option 1:
1. Pick up any trash thoughout the house and dispose of it properly.
2. Pick up any dirty dishes throughout the house and move them to the kitchen.
3. Pick up any dirty laundry throughout the house and put in a hamper/pile/whatever.
- Room by room -
4. Move anything that doesn't belong in the room to the correct room.
5. Move anything that belongs in the room to its proper place.
6. Dust, clean windows, mirrors, counters, stuff like that.
7. Sweep, vacuum, or mop the room.
(Repeat steps 4-7 for each room)

Option 2:
1. Do steps 1-5 above. This is known as pre-cleaning.
2. Pay someone to do steps 6-7 above.

Option 3:
1. Burn down your house.
2. Use the insurance money to have a new clean house built.

Got a call from the mechanic - my truck is ready. I had them do all the regular tune-up stuff, but most importantly I had them:

1. Put on the new rear bumper since I turned out to be way too old/weak to get the old bumper off.
2. Get my fucking windshield washer thingies to work for longer than 4 seconds.

Tomorrow my friend is taking me to get my truck. Then it will go back into my garage to sit. I still have my MINI and my CVPI, after all. And they have air conditioning.

Even though I stopped writing here, I didn't totally stop writing altogether. Nope, I managed to update my Facebook thingy every now and then, mostly just to make sure my sisters knew I was still alive.

It seems like a daunting task, but I think I want to take my old Facebook thingy updates and copy them over here.

I probably will never actually do this, but I'm at least thinking about it.

And it's the thought that counts, right?

Right?

That's what my family called Weihenstephaner Hefeweizen. It was one of the few good beers I could get them to drink at Rich O's.

I went there today for a pizza, and saw to my delight that they had good old WeffenSteffen on tap. It was as delicious as ever. I was a little ashamed when I checked my app and saw that I hadn't had it since 2015.

So far today I've driven to Indianapolis and back. So now half the day has been killed.

I never said this would be interesting.

Got a facebook friend request from an "Earpo Dagman" today.

Yet another stripper, from the looks of her thumbnail picture.

I deleted the request.

One thing that I guess is kind of interesting about these missing years is that I'm learning Japanese. When I started, my goal was to retire in Japan some day. I'm not sure if that's still my goal or not, but I'm still trying to learn. If for no other reason, keeping my brain busy might stave off senility for a while longer.

So, along with my native English, I'm what you might call barely conversational in Spanish, and I hope to become at least that proficient in Japanese.

Yes, it's been a while. Quite a while, actually.

If you're expecting something to catch you up, well this as good a time as any to get used to disappointment.

If I wrote an entry to recap the last several years, I'd probably want to kill myself before I even got close to 2021. And then I might never get anything written.

So this is all you're going to get:

I'm still here. Somehow.

Last night I saw a dead cicada on my basement floor. I made a mental note to think about throwing it away sometime in the next year or two. This morning there are four pieces of that cicada on my basement floor.

In summary, my cat is gross.