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THE DAILY UPDATE
Three Things I’m Grateful For Today:
- A day off work.
- Date night with Wifey Poo. Now to figure out what to do … Hmmm.
- Going to get the suit for Boy The Elder’s wedding fitted with him and his groomsman today. This is really happening?!?!?!?
Pursuit of Wordle Godhood: Today’s result: Five. The best answer in all the land.
Wordle 1,014 5/6
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Pursuit of Connections Godhood: FAIL. I hate Purple Guy
Connections
Puzzle #292
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The song in my head when I woke up: “It’s Been Awhile,” by Stained
Favorite line from the song in my head when I woke up: And it’s been awhile
Since I’ve gone and fucked things up just like I always do/And it’s been awhile/But all that shit seems to disappear when I’m with you
Commute Tunes: No commute today. I’ve been plowing through the Deadly Diocese podcast and feeling generally more shitty about where I work. Ugh.
Something I’m looking forward to today: Getting my suit fitted for BTE’s wedding.
Something I’m looking forward to in the next seven days: First baseball tourney of the season starts next Friday!
Something I’m grateful for from yesterday: Baseball practice with my team, and having BTE helping out as an assistant coach.
What I’m writing: Yesterday’s Two Crappy Pages involved taking a bunch of stories written in the past about the mission my workplace has in Tijuana and rewriting them so they’re, ya know, readable.
What I’ve written: The Hermit of Budelli — and the Hermit in Me.
Today’s Stoic Though of the Day: “If you should ever turn your will to things outside your control in order to impress someone, be sure that you have wrecked your whole purpose in life.” — Epictetus
John’s translation of Today’s STD: “Those dumbasses you’re trying to impress are making you look like a moron.”
I was surprised when I showed up at our baseball practice field yesterday to see a big puddle on and around home plate. It rained on Monday, and while it poured heavily and pretty much all day, I didn’t expect the area around home to more closely resemble a monster truck course than a batter’s box three days later.
But I’m nothing if not adaptable, and we just shifted some of our drills about three feet forward and were fine.
Fine, that is, until I went to demonstrate something to the boys that involved me going to home plate. That’s what I realized mud can be really, really slippery.
There’s a truism of middle age that you’ll hurt yourself more trying not to fall than you will from actually falling. I proved a new truism yesterday in front of half the kids on my team, including Boy The Younger and BTE: You can hurt yourself pretty badly trying not to fall and when you actually fall.
The pre-fall made me look like Elaine Benes trying to dance. The fall itself was a crashing thud on my left shoulder. It wasn’t until I got in the car to drive home — by this time the mud was thoroughly dry on my sweatpants, shirt, arm, etc. — that I realized … ouch. But worse than any shoulder, neck, elbow, knee pain is the shot to my pride.
Avoid mud, people. It’s evil.
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