unthinkable becomes thinkable

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After such a successful Carvana transaction with Vanna, I'm about 98% there on saying goodbye to Huey the Truck, my grandfather's beloved – and mine – truck as well. Part of the reason for getting Vanna in the first place was that, after two years, I've grown weary of seeing my dead family's vehicle's parked in the driveway and no matter the perspective I took, I can still see his truck, like he's visiting, and I can't find him. Vanna's not that big, after all – and all of the practical reasons for keeping Huey – haul dirty crap, move garden stuff, full-size bed – are, I've come to believe, masks for the truth that I'm keeping him purely for emotional reasons (Vanna is more than capable of handling almost everything Huey could, and I’m planning to get a trailer for her at some point, so the point will be even more moot). Unless something goes wrong with Vanna by Tuesday, I think I'll take Carvana's offer on Huey and bid farewell. It's time to move on.

rain rain rain rain wind wind wind wind advisory advisory advisory blah blah blah

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Indeed, it is rainy and windy. Again.

Week's been nuts so my efforts to work out a rhythm to the day remain elusive. Assuming, as per usual, that I'll find it just as I have to switch to summer break schedule. Alternative would be to give in, start sb schedule now so I'm less pissy when the time comes. Hopefully sticking to Project500 (more on that in Sunday's Macro0166 but please do know know that "Project500" isn't some stupid / clever code title for something: I literally don't have a name for it and I'm basing it around 500 words, so that's what it'll be for now) / TSBMR / MacroParentheticals and that being it will help.

Current Project500 quandary: what's the bare minimum needed to open the gate to the winding road through?

High potassium continues, though all other numbers look fine, except for blood sugar but that's not surprising; it's always high in the morning. Doubtful that I have kidney disease, though who knows at this point. Only dietary thing I can think of that I've added (other than weight) since my big checkup (where everything was peachy) in December, is matcha (which I'm not giving up because I like how it makes me feel - read: not comatose) and an extra vitamin D3 pill at the doc's request three days a week. Everything they suggested had MORE potassium than what I was doing so fuck it, IDK. No call yet from the whitecoats, though if they keep to their pattern, it'll be either at lunch or at the end of the day.

TSBMR/0002 :: JSA, No. 26 (Johns / Morales, 2001)

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Each week, I make a blind pull from Siri's (randomized) choice of one of the 32 alphabetically-organized shortboxes that constitute my comics collection, (re-)read it, talk about it, and, on (or about) Wednesday, post whatever emerges; you can subscribe via RSS, Apple Podcasts, or your preferred podcast delivery system. This week: my shitty memory / creeper Hawkman / shoeboxes:

hawkman and the jsa look at you