As I’ve said in posts past, sooner or later comes a day or a week where nothing works, just by random luck. And so it was this week as assorted random factors all ganged up on me.
First off, I was still wiped from my lingering cold, not having gotten a thorough day of rest like I should.
Second, I knew I wouldn’t have today to work because of some three-day weekend stuff we’re doing. And I didn’t have a complete day yesterday because the house-cleaners come which requires a lot of maneuvering the pets around. So Mr. Hyde began whispering I might as well not even try to focus.
Having two doctor’s appointments threw me off too. One was an urgent care visit about my sore throat: I’ll be very social this weekend and talking too much can aggravate a sort throat into laryngitis, as I know from experience. They gave me a steroid and I almost immediately started to feel better.
The second visit was to get some vaccine shots — covid, primarily — because who knows if they’ll be available a month from now, given the lunatic running federal health services.
Plus as TYG was off this week, we hit Costco Wednesday to stock up on stuff. We’d have gone on the weekend, but we couldn’t make Saturday and they were closed Easter Sunday.
So all I accomplished in writing was an Atomic Junk Shop post about Marvel’s release from June, 1970 — not a particularly landmark month, but the topic seemed to stimulate my brain. Above, a John Buscema cover; below, one by his brother Sal.
I also wrote an article for The Local Reporter about state bills that would gut local governments’ ability to control development.
And that was it. But I did rest up quite a bit; hopefully enough.
Four months into the year, I feel somewhat bummed that nothing’s finished or ready to go. Impossible Takes a Little Longer, Let No Man Put Asunder and Jekyll and Hyde are chugging along but no major landmarks achieved; we still haven’t nailed down the cover for Southern Discomfort; and it feels like nothing will ever sell or be finished, ever. I know that’s not true, but I can’t help the brooding.
All rights to cover remain with current holders. Luke Cage cover by Billy Graham.
