Daily Journal 12/30/25

Yesterday’s roof leak at the warehouse has grown into a bigger problem, leaving us no choice but to remove everything before more merchandise is destroyed. What that means is that now, in addition to removing the remaining stock still inside the old Vortex store, I have to also move all the stuff out of the warehouse and into a new space, and I have to do these things while also porcessing and shipping orders, and writing, and everything else.

So that is what I did from 10am until 6pm yesterday, at which point my back began yelling at me, and my chest tightened, and my body said, “Enough. If you don’t sit down, we’ll sit you down.”

And now I’m back up at back at it again today. Once more into the breach. But before I do that, coffee. I skipped exercising this morning, because yesterday and today are workouts enough. And I skipped yoga, opting instead for some quiet music that suits my mood.

Both the album and the Now Playing display were Christmas presents from Mary, who is still in New Jersey and has Covid, so we’ll unfortunately be spending New Year’s Eve apart.

(That Lera Lynn album is fantastic, by the way. Three-peice band, just two guitars and a cello, all live and done in one take. Her cover of Soundgarden’s “Black Hole Sun” is worth the price alone).

Outside the wind is howling and the temperature is dropping and the river is invisible, hidden in a moonless, starless impenetrable darkness. A perfect morning to stay here and sip coffee and listen to moody music and WRITE.

But alas…

2025 is ending on a fucking downer, for sure.