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Ignore the cat hair-covered socks, because look what arrived in the morning mail today: a pair of new-to-me Pour La Victoire uber-sparkly shoes via ThredUp.

I love a good deal on gorgeous shoes, and getting $214USD Pour La Victoire shoes worn what appears to be once inside maybe for $23.10 makes me very happy first thing on Monday.

Also, yes, I modelled these shoes against my bedroom wall because they were delivered to me in bed. I'm living well.

I took out my nose stud yesterday and have had a naked nose for the first time since 1996. I didn't want to look like a 90s throwback who stopped listening to music after Pearl Jam. But now I'm questioning my own ageism. And I'm looking up new jewelry on Google.

I'm really good at finding stuff to avoid housework.

I quit Facebook, I'm dropping social media promotion clients, and I'm taking naps when I'm tired, no matter the time of day. The noise of the last decade has exhausted me and worn down my boundaries and ability to prioritize my time, my work, and my ideas.

I feel like I'm standing up at an AA meeting.

I have not been here for ages. Here, look at my kitty, Augie:

I'm posting every day in November for (National Blog Posting Month). It's olden days blogging in 2018. elanmorgan.com/blog/gratitude-

Siri just confused me with Tom Hanks and tried texting weird apocalyptic descriptions from Inferno to @palinode. This is our perfectly normal future.

"This article will show how this hijacking works, and how China employs its… distributed points of presence (PoPs) in western democracies’ [telecom] systems to redirect internet traffic through China for malicious use. It will show… routing paths, give a summary of how one hijacks parts of the internet by inserting these nodes, and outline the major security implications."

I can't read this. The world's too much. scholarcommons.usf.edu/cgi/vie

I'm armed with coffee and sitting in an upright position. I'm thinking about clippers and a haircut, a puzzling bit of site code I need to hammer out, and maybe writing for tonight's Regina Word Up slam. I'm not waking up into a debilitating sadness! I'm making headway!

I got a new electric floor sweeper, and my dumbest cat wouldn't come out of hiding until I pet it like it was a new cat I'd brought home. Now he's licking it.

‪"I'm a pessimist because of intelligence, but an optimist because of will."‬
‪—Antonio Gramsci, 19 December 1929‬

Today, I'm hiding out from need and Twitter and Facebook, so you get me.

Someone who was a client — I helped her set up a blog to document her experience with breast cancer — and then became a friend mostly over social media has just gotten news of two brain tumours. I swear cancer takes the best of us. I'm devastated and trying not to weep through my partner's book launch.

I need a breakfast chef. Or I need to train my cats to make eggs.

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