Hey, look, it’s an entry that’s not a quiz! Tah-dah!

I’m worrying again. Opportunity has been uncovered, and I’m in pursuit. So, of course, the possibility of failure and continuation of this *makes sweeping gesture* worries me. Worry needs to spur action, not inaction. This must be a conscious rule for me.

Maybe Ann Arbor area, maybe Lansing. I prefer Lansing, which would probably shock Scott Thom. If I remember, this is his fault. Anyway, I like this damn town.

A wedding took place with an unlikely but now-happy cousin of mine. came along and was, of course, well-liked by my Dad’s side of the extended family, especially Aunt Sally. I think Mom’s side of the family will dig her even more. On the way home, we talked about marriage. It’s not the B and M words that scare me. It’s the possibility that the time in which my things and place will be mine could be finite. The fear is irrational and only seems to have sway during over-thinking sessions. Goddamn fear.

There was a discussion between my Uncle Ron and myself about Detroit and Flint vs. New York and Chicago. I’ll be expounding upon it soon in the community sometime soon.

I think my laundry is finally done.