Don’t you hate it when there’s too much small change in your wallet? I don’t even know how much muscle mass I have gained after reverting to sometimes paying in cash. I’m almost as ripped as the duck by now (hahaha, I wish). But that’s not at all what today’s ramblings are about. As you may have taken from the last post, the duck and I have moved. And overall, I’ll be busier than I have been in the past few years (hopefully, there’ll be some time for lazing around; otherwise, we might lose ourselves). So, this will likely be the last post in the format and schedule that has served me relatively well for the past 4+ years (excluding those 2019 Advent calendar posts. They were nuts). I had a lot of fun (paired with the occasional portion of dread) acting as the chronicler of the duck’s fantastic not exclusively lazy adventures and also sharing some crumbs of my own life. Despite these changes, I still consider myself the Dr. Watson to the duck’s Sherlock Holmes, the Hastings to the duck’s Hercule Poirot- I’m already running out of examples. How embarrassing. Evidently, I need to keep up the regular reading so that I may one day meet another fictional chronicler of an infamous detective/hero. Although I often dread it sometimes, I like recounting the duck’s adventures. So, though the format and post regularity will almost certainly change, I will try to give occasional insights into the duck’s new (and improved, the duck insists) adventures with some old and maybe even a few new friends. Maybe. If the hoped-for laziness doesn’t take over. The duck’s “list of exciting things to do and ideally document if someone isn’t too lazy” is already two feet long – and the duck’s “hand-“writing is tiny! So, if the duck’s nightly whispers prove successful, this will just be a “see you later” and not a “farewell.”
(Unless I fail. Then, this is farewell. It was exhausting fun while it lasted.)