text: Because it’s Friday AGAIN. And because traditions are important. In which I cover the good stuff and the hard stuff in my week, trying for the non-preachy, non-annoying side of self-reflection.
  And you get to join in if you feel like it.
  It has been an odd, schleepy little week.
  I am back in Portland now, and really, really glad to be here. Yay.
  The hard stuff
  And headache-ey wanting to sleep all the time.
  The massive shoe of horribleness I had thrown at me last week still unresolved.
  Too much happening!
  Lots of absolutely brilliant epiphanies from all the Shiva Nata at my Destuckification Retreat.
  But then really, really wanting to implement some of that good stuff, and all these other things popping up in the way.
  Worrying about things that haven’t happened.
  Contingency-planning mode is not really my best space.
  Luckily, there was crazy good stuff this week so moving on.
  The good stuff
  Oh, boy! Post-retreat vacation.
  My gentleman friend and I spent four days in Monterey after the retreat was over.
  A tiny hotel. An enormous bath. Much walking the beach.
  It was excellent.
  Really good hummus.
  In Monterey. Of all places.
  Things totally not being as bad as I think they’re going to be, and really not being bad at all.
  When I left to teach the Retreat, there was a semi-huge pile of Stuff I Didn’t Want To Deal With on my list.
  Actually, it was a pile of Stuff I Hadn’t Looked At Because I Was Afraid It Would Turn Out To Be Stuff I Didn’t Want To Deal With.
  So I decided to save it to be the Stuff I Psych Myself Up To Look At When I Get Back.
  And then I peeked. And of course it all turned out to be absolutely lovely things that didn’t involve me doing anything other than saying why yes I’d love to.
  I think I’m over my massage issues? Or mostly over. AWESOME.
  After I went through that whole thing about how I don’t like massage, I spent the Seven Days of Destuckification week working on that.
  And getting massages. Really good ones. Here. With Caroline. Who is a wonder.
  And working on it some more.
  So. Not hating the massage. And sometimes even kind of loving it. Progresses!
  The most genius idea in the entire world.
  Thanks to those Shivanautical epiphanies.
  I can’t tell you about it just yet but trust me. This is the coolest thing I have ever done. Ever.
  Hello there, sweet, wonderful bed. I have missed you. A lot.
  Drunk Pirate Council!
  See, my duck and I never have meetings because I loathe meetings.
  And it’s a problem because I run a business. And meetings are kind of necessary. But I postpone them because they suck.
  Now we have Drunk Pirate Council instead and it’s the bomb. I’m actually looking forward to the next one. If the winds be favourable!
  And … playing live at the meme beach house!
  Yes, that’s a Stuism too.
  My brother and I have this thing where we come up with ridiculous band names and then say in this really pretentious, knowing tone, “Oh, well, you know, it’s just one guy.”
  This week we have:
  Iguanadon of the Dead
  It’s just one guy.
  And … STUISMS of the week.
  Stu is my paranoid McCarthy-ist voice-to-text software who delights in torturing me misunderstanding me. I can’t stand him.
  - inebriated chicken instead of “abbreviated chicken”
  - votive enhances instead of “furtive glances”
  - iron hick elements instead of “ironic aerobics”
  - fork dancing instead of “dork dancing”
  - Spanish fly instead of “banish the guy”
  - trunk pyrite bounce ill instead of “drunk pirate council”
  That’s it for me …
  And yes yes yes, of course you can join in my Friday ritual right here in the comments bit if you feel like it.
  Yeah? Anything hard and/or good happen in your week?
  And, as always, have a glorrrrrrrrrrrrious weekend. And a happy week to come.