So Christmas without the family was a little rough this year. Global pandemic, et al., so I’m not travelling, am wearing masks and washing my hands until they blister, but Christmas alone was difficult. I had Thanksgiving alone, but that was to be expected. Due to scheduling, it was always going to be a challenge to get home. I had been holding out hope for this one and New Years, but ah well.
I’m not being as productive as I’d thought, but I am looking at lots of pictures of motorcycles I don’t intend to buy. That’s basically the same, right?
Mara and the Trolls is going to be free on Kindle the 31st of December through Jan 2nd. Read up. Nile won’t let me advertise the sale, which is weird, but Nile is kinda weird to begin with. They’re staying on brand, I guess.
Mara is just fun. It’s meant to be read to children, but the way I write, I effectively read it to myself. It’s not high drama. I didn’t write it to express the nature of the human condition. It’s just fun, things are going to be alright, and in the end, it’s very childish.
Feeling good, which might not come through this post but I am. The vaccine makers did the impossible to get it done soon. I’m optimistic they succeeded. Things could have been better, but they could have been a lot worse. Life is like that.
I have a friend who’s always looking at new guitars. He doesn’t need one, but he looks. I do the same thing with motorcycles. I just look. Ducati xDaivel or Triumph Rocket 3, if my fairy godmother is reading. A Polaris Slingshot would also be delightful. I haven’t thought about them much, but the more I do, the more I like them. They’re weird, difficult, intense little machines, and those are my boxes. I wonder how waterproof they are.
They’ve got no roof. Sooner or later, you will get caught in a downpour. How do the speakers do, the dash, the infotainment, the wiring? It’s going to happen. Do the seats turn mildewy? Does the upholstery change colors? Does it stink after a few rains?
It’s early, and I might still fall into productivity if I throw myself down a hole in my word processor a few times. The lab is open tomorrow, and I’ve got building to do.
Take care everyone. I’m rooting for you.
And Merry Christmas.