The imitation sun rises daily at 6:30, accompanied by humming wind chimes meant to stir you from slumber. Yet your eyes fluttered open sixty minutes before, when the artificial dawn first lifted night's curtain. You sigh that quintessential sigh of someone waking into lethargy for the fifth, sixth, eighth consecutive day. Turn away from the sunrise with its looming orange glow instead of reaching over to press the button that would see your room darken again. Fifty-four min

On March 13, 2024, my partner surprised me by ordering a pull-up bar for me to hook onto the top of the office door's frame. I'd been hem-hawing on whether to buy one immediately or wait until I could invest in the bench I wanted, so he made the decision for me. I didn't order resistance bands for another 2 and 1/2 months. What can I say? From computers to simple rice containers I fall into a research loop death trap that lasts weeks, sometimes months, all because I need to f

I have been listening to this piece on repeat since ~18:00 yesterday. I'll admit, the first time I listened to it, I thought it was alright but wasn't overly impressed. The buildup toward the end sounded muddied to me and removed me from the experience. However, shortly after that first listen through, I received a message from my father, which got me thinking about Teyr'loch Delter Pach and wondering how I'm going to up the ante for Cael's next (final?) performance. It can't