I’m just now getting around to studying today. Tommy went into work late because he had a migraine, so my morning didn’t quite go as planned, and I didn’t make it to my computer. He left around 11, and honestly, I’m not even sure how much work he’ll be able to get done today. I’ve never had a migraine myself, but from everything I’ve heard, they sound absolutely miserable.
Now it’s on me to actually get started. That’s always the hardest part, especially when the day already feels half over. I tend to do a better job when I start earlier. I did just have some lunch, though, so at least I’m fueled and there’s no excuse left. Time to convince my brain that studying now is better than not studying at all.
Oh! I said yesterday that I would try to talk about something profound today. And here I am, staring into the void… and the void has returned my gaze with absolutely nothing to offer. Truly inspiring stuff. What is there to talk about? Because it’s definitely not politics or economics. Hard pass. The state of the country is currently filed under “Nope, not today, Satan.”
Instead, I still need to review my planner, which is honestly where the real action takes place. I have a few daily trackers to fill out, very serious business, and I get to use the cute little stamps to mark the weather. Yes. That is apparently the highlight of my day. Not world events. Not deep thoughts. Tiny illustrated clouds and suns. Thrilling.
I also have Everest again today, which means the house is under investigation. Every corner must be sniffed. Every imaginary crime scene is thoroughly examined. She’s outside playing for a bit right now, living her best life, but I’ll bring her in soon so she can take a nap, because nothing says productivity like scheduling a dog’s nap while avoiding your own responsibilities.
So yes, I will have to think of something to write about. Something meaningful. Something profound. Or… we could really get into the important questions, like: how much sawdust can you put into a Rice Krispie Treat before people start to notice? Asking for a friend. And definitely not because I’ve run out of deep thoughts and am spiraling into snack-based philosophy.
Instead of using Spotify, Tommy has decided he’s done paying for yet another subscription, so we’ve migrated to Apple Music since we already have that. Look at us, being responsible adults. It’s fine. It works. I can’t complain.
And Apple Music has end-of-the-year stats too, just like Spotify, so we’re not missing out on the annual ritual of being personally attacked by our own listening habits. Yes, Apple will also gently inform us that we listened to the same song an alarming number of times and that our “vibe” for the year was something oddly specific, like melancholy autumn coffee shop at 2 a.m. So really, we get the full experience: the stats, the shock, the mild existential crisis, and the realization that apparently we do like that one song way more than we thought.
Right now I’m listening to a 90s mix, and wow… turns out it is extremely hard to study when your brain keeps singing to whatever song is on at the moment. Every song feels like a tiny time portal that demands my full emotional attention. I’m supposed to be focusing, but instead I’m mentally reenacting dances and dramatically mouthing lyrics I didn’t realize I still knew.
So… sigh. This might not be the best study soundtrack.
I think I’m going to switch to the Final Fantasy XI album instead. I do much better with gaming soundtracks, music that makes me feel like I’m on an epic quest, bravely highlighting text and taking notes instead of fighting monsters. Honestly, if studying doesn’t feel at least a little like I’m saving the world, what’s the point?
First, I’m going to listen to Yaz. Does anyone remember Yaz? Anyone?
I was thinking yesterday about the hosting of my site and went down the familiar rabbit hole of “should I change platforms?” I looked at Wix and Squarespace and, honestly, their pricing isn’t terrible. It’s only a few dollars more than what I’m paying now each month, which makes the idea a little too tempting.
I don’t think I’d move my domain, at least not right now, but I’ve definitely been thinking about it. WordPress, for all its flexibility, feels slow and glitchy more often than I’d like. Some days it feels like I spend more time fighting with the platform than actually working on my site, which kind of defeats the whole point.
Part of me wonders if starting fresh on a new platform would actually be easier. Something more streamlined, more “it just works,” and less “why is this broken again?” But then there’s the reality check: moving a domain takes time, energy, and patience, and I’m not entirely sure I have enough of any of those right now.
So for the moment, it’s just a thought I’m turning over in my head. No big decisions yet. Just weighing convenience against effort, and wondering if a slightly higher monthly cost might buy me a lot less frustration in the long run.
I spent a few solid hours studying today, which feels like a small victory in itself. My brain is officially asking for a gentler activity now, so I think I’ll make a cup of hot tea and curl up with a book for a little while.
