cantankerous nr "he lived to be 92, cantankerous until his last days!" my dad said of his grandfather. "so [being cantankerous] runs in the family, eh?" i couldn't help half-joking/not actually joking at all. he didn't hear, because he somehow only hears the things he pays attention or selects to, but others at the table shot me amused and knowing glances. 220710 ... lycanthrope as bristly and flattened as a prison toothbrush. soft pawing my way out of hibernation and stepping on a blanket of pinecones - nature's legos. dead eyed and dead set and clicking on news stories like it's a sweepstakes. if anyone asks me how I am, I have half a mind to tell them. the other half enjoys the quiet chafing. sometimes a real brillo pad of an interaction widens the eyes and narrows the worries. it won't solve anything yelling at the busted trash bag, but at least it's focal. a problem befitting of our station. think of each annoyance as an invitation to step away from cosmic ennui and be no more or less important, as speckled with color, smell, and pattern as yesterday's trash on a hot sidewalk. 221215 what's it to you? who go blather from