Weekend Open Bar: The End of the Universe Is A Puzzle

Hello friends of the Space-Ship. It’s been a minute since I cracked open the door on of those Communal Columns. But here I am. It’s been a week. It’s been a couple of weeks, honestly. We’ve owned a dog for three weeks. In that time, we’ve had to take her to the doctor four times. Including an emergency room visit. Turns out she has a bum ticker (which, as it stands now, may just be something she *lives with* instead of *dies from*, cross your fingers).

On top of that, I’ve been mired in an existential malaise. Perhaps an existential glaze, coating the mind-and-heart with a concoction composed of a dash of melancholy, a pinch of depression, and an overzealous amount of anxiety. I just ain’t been right.

(In fact, if OL ever goes Radio Silent there’s a good chance that a) I’m really busy or more than likely b) I’m eating whole boxes of Chez-Its in single sittings, depressed, and withering on the emotional vine.)

In fact, I don’t think I saw a single friend after a housewarming party Labor Day Weekend. It’s been that sort of mindset.

So I’ve been gone. But I’m here now. For now. Tomorrow? Who knows. Yesterday? No thanks.

Let’s hang out together here at the Open Bar. What are you up to this weekend? What are you watching? What are doing outside in the raw-ass autumn air (if you live around here)? What are you eating-reading-playing?

Let’s keep each other company.