WELCOME TRAVELERS OF THE HALLOW WOODS (November 16, 2025)— Well, it's been a minute and admittedly now isn't exactly what you'd call my finest hour.
I mean, slight improvement overall from the last entry, which I vaguely remember was something about why I can't stand snails. But no need to revisit that chapter.
But, hard transition, figured I take a month off or two or three, whatever. Y'know, wait and see if some fresh inspiration comes along. And wow! Has life ever delivered.
After a long hiatus from work whilst doing the stay-at-home dad thing, well, figure I'd try to pick up some evening shifts at a shipping company, because, y'know obviously, I must've thought that my skill set as a folklorist and humorist would be perfectly suited to chucking boxes and bouncing tires off my dad gut onto the trailers of trucks.
Well, hilarity ensued, but surprisingly enough not on any inability on my part to perform the tasks at hand. On the contrary, before starting the position, I resolved that I would so show them how hard-working I am and that I'm not one afraid of a little heavy lifting. — Boy! Was I stupid.
