Encased in dolorous sludge

Or some sudge.

I have been trying, outside of my immediate circle of friends and family, to think of anything good that is happening and it’s hard to summon the gumption to talk about it.

I’m up to date on my laundry! sigh. What? Including putting it away? Get outta town.

A couple of weeks ago I said it felt like I could somehow feel the grinding of tectonic plates as a kind of itchiness and stupor, but that’s just allergies.

About a year ago I ordered this for Mike and it finally got manufactured and arrived. I suspect he’s going to have fun with it. He’s having lots of horrible set up fun with the printer, that’s for darned sure. I want to design something for him to build but I don’t have a decent 3d modelling program