Sometimes, it feels like the universe conspires against me. In recent days:
- My new phone (an “Essential Phone”) has devolved to the point that it doesn’t make or receive phone calls unless I reboot it several times in a row. I’m waiting on a replacement. I’m waiting too long.
- Tinder has once again decided that I don’t deserve a Tinder account. In past times, when Tinder’s deactivated me, I’ve panicked, seeing my path to new partners blocked. This go-round, I just don’t care too much. I have good relationships with several sexual partners, and honestly, I just haven’t had the bandwidth to attend even to those relationships, because of shitty stuff going on my family life. (A relative with whom I’m close is ill.)
- Yesterday, my blog went down. I couldn’t figure out what had happened, or how to fix it. The problem was at the very edges of my technical capabilities, but, this morning, I was able to fix it. Thankfully.
Anyway. I’m here, writing less than usual, feeling less sexual than usual, but I’m here.