Today, I hiked here:

And took this:

among others which I choose not to post out of sheer laziness.

Matty Price and I oughta do a better job of keeping track of where and when we hike, but in the meantime I will say only that I did not get outdoors nearly enough this year and I am rather disappointed with myself about that, but I guess I can only endeavour to do better next time. Cripes, there's a pool in my building that I haven't even been in yet. It's time for some focus.

D-Coc came over the other night and we went over some obstructions I have set up for myself for new writing projects, and today I started to try doing that old five-pages-a-day thing that worked so spectacularly well for a couple of years there and then started to really, really not work. It seems we are still in the "not work" phase of that, which translated in my journal to a very boldface MY WORDS ARE MUD out of sheer frustration. But who knows, maybe if I get enough gunk out on paper I'll eventually be able to not suck again. Until then, this feels like razorblades.

I am strongly considering giving up coffee, for environmental and personal reasons.