It's That Time Again
We need a new TV. I want to get one with an interface/menu system that is nothing like LG's WebOS. I never became comfortable with it.
We need a new TV. I want to get one with an interface/menu system that is nothing like LG's WebOS. I never became comfortable with it.

At 3:40 this morning, I was helping Dad to the bathroom when I started feeling like I was going to black out. I had to leave him standing there so I could sit down on the sofa and wait for it to pass.
It did, and I got back up to help him continue to the bathroom when the feeling hit me again. We both ended up on the floor, though thankfully not hard. I had to call 911 to help me get him back up.
And oh yeah, our dog is gone.
Yesterday, I took Dad to Rowe's to get some low-sodium bacon. I loaded him into the car, and we went. When we got back a little while later, I realized I hadn't seen the dog. Now she's nowhere to be found.
I don't know whether she went with us to Rowe's or not. I don't remember seeing her or putting her in the car. The only doors I opened at Rowe's were my door and the back door when I put the groceries in. I would think that if she had tried to get out when I opened the door, I would have noticed because I opened and closed it quickly.
But, I didn't. So, my leading theory is that someone is stealing my pets. BTW, did I mention we also had a kitten named Toonces mysteriously disappear a few weeks ago?
Well, whatever this is, I hate to think I might have lost my animals because of my own exhaustion. It's certainly possible to be the result of mistakes, though.
UPDATE 9:37 PM
Our dog, Brandi, is back home with us. She was picked up and returned to us by animal lovers who were concerned for her.
I keep seeing the same orange car around town. Either I'm being followed, or that person's routes in Jacksonville are surprisingly similar to my own.
A lot of people hate this Pearl Jam release. I found nothing to dislike about it when it came out, and still don't today.
I know it was "the Covid album" so it might bring up negative memories for people. I look at it from the perspective of it being something good during an otherwise bad time.
Who's the new drummer, BTW? Anyone know?
We'll find out soon. In a month they'll return to the stage at the Ohana Festival in California. 
The Philosophy of Time Travel: The Epic Sequel to the Motion Picture Donnie Darko
The official sequel to the cult classic film DONNIE DARKO - the question fans have asked for over twenty years, finally answered.
On October 4, 1988, a derelict jet engine falls from the sky over Los Cerritos, California, and crashes through the bedroom of sixteen-year-old Donnie Darko, killing him instantly. For his family, the tragedy should end there. It doesn't.
Assembled entirely from recovered government transcripts, secretly recorded conversations, and early email correspondence, The Philosophy of Time Travel reconstructs the eighteen months that follow through the eyes of Donnie's mother, Rose Darko, as she and her husband Eddie, a senior CIA analyst, are drawn into a widening investigation that reaches from the Oval Office to the Mojave Desert. FBI surveillance teams, FAA officials, USC professors, and a mysterious circle of trackers and financiers all converge on the same impossible discovery: a strange "celestial fluid," a set of unexplained artifacts, and a forbidden book, Roberta Sparrow's own Philosophy of Time Travel, that appears to predict the exact circumstances of its own recovery.
Set against a real backdrop of the late Reagan era, the novel expands the mythology of the original film; Tangent Universes, Living Receivers, the Manipulated, into a sustained conspiracy that questions whether Donnie's death was ever an accident at all, and whether "gone" is the same as "gone for good."
Written by Richard Kelly, creator of the film DONNIE DARKO, this is the authorized continuation of the story for longtime fans and new readers alike.
It's being released December 15th, 2026, and my order is in.
There's a train of thought in this song that reminds me of things mom would detail:
Although we had no money
Oh, I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
And,
But they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Mom was one of seven children and said they grew up poor but didn't realize it because of the effort that went into making things good for them.
I'd like to thank my grandparents for that. Thank you for doing that for those members of my family. It surely contributed to the outstanding people they came to be.

I can appreciate the humor in this. I'm not falling apart, though. My last doctor's visit went pretty well.
Of course, things change. I do smoke, so that's something I'm likely going to have to deal with at some point.
As for pain medications, I only take them when I get a headache. That's pretty rare.
Tomorrow is up in the air, but I'm still very happy to have grown up when I did. I entirely realize it was meant to be.