Brian Schnabel's Head Space
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Week of November 9, 2025, Personal Journal Entries: A Week of Political Outrage, Self Reflection, and Visionary Insight
Sunday, November 9, 2025: 8:18 AM: Mindset: I slept well again last night despite the heat in the building being set rather high. The heat in my apartment is controllable via the valve in the baseboard, but the property manager has forbidden me to use it, stating that it will be removed if it screws up again. Goldberg Realty Assoc and Newtonian Gardens property owner, Michael Goldberg, probably doesn’t even know where the property manager for this place is any more than I do.
If there is a serious emergency on this property, like a fire, life could be lost due to things like the lacking presence of anyone with access to keys. The Newton PD knows what’s going on here and elsewhere and yet the town does nothing. I’m sure the county and state are aware of what goes on here and elsewhere too.
But property managers like Goldberg Realty Assoc are allowed to do what they damn well please in Sussex County New Jersey. So long as they can write a check to pay the fine for their sins, it just doesn’t matter. I’m sure it’s the same no matter where you go.
How do I know the property manager isn’t here? My open fire escape window overlooks the steps to the boiler room in Building 2. Normally, around 7:00 AM or so, on a day like today, I’d hear someone go downstairs to turn the heat off or adjust it as needed. But that clearly hasn’t happened yet, as my baseboards are quite warm right now.
This permissible virtual operation of apartment complexes here in Sussex County NJ is a threat to the safety and wellbeing to the residents of Newtonian Gardens Apartments and elsewhere and unfair given the rents that are charged. The allowance of Goldberg Realty Assoc and other property management companies in the State of New Jersey to renovate apartments; making structural changes to buildings without proper engineering assessments or inspections being done is a safety threat to tenants as well.
How do I know that these things aren’t being done properly? “You are never going to convince me it’s normal for my floors to shake, closet doors to rattle and cabinet doors to vibrate, along with the burners on my stove and shelves in the refrigerator when my downstairs neighbor does laundry.”
Of course, it’s happening in other apartments as well. But who wants to admit these things. As it is, everyone around here is paying ridiculously high rent for substandard housing. Why rock the boat if you only think you are going to be told, “If you don’t like it than move.”
So, instead, I’m simply going to meditate on my property manager suffering a major snowboarding or skydiving accident when he should really be here at Newtonian Gardens. I’m also going to pray that Janel Winter, who runs the Housing Division of the NJ Department of Community Affairs, acquires a catastrophic disability that renders her useless to anyone for her role in what’s going on in Sussex County New Jersey.
No one is going to convince me at this point that this is being allowed to go on because there isn’t a benefit to someone for looking the other way. “I'm a passionate, mission-driven leader with more than 15 years of experience in the affordable housing, homelessness and community development fields,” My Ass! I guess it looks good on a LinkedIn profile though.
Monday, November 10, 2025: 11:11 AM: Mindset: Having just completed David Schwartz’s unabridged Magic of Thinking Big this morning, I’m sensing more than ever a missing ingredient across the board in every piece of self-help material I’ve reviewed to date. It is the one thing that could make a world of difference, if only someone would include it.
If only I knew what that missing ingredient was, perhaps then adding it to everything else preached by the “Gurus” would transform all that great self-help advice into genuine, lasting change. “But I can’t seem to find it.”
When I finished David J. Schwartz’s “The Magic of Thinking Big” this morning, I didn’t feel a surge of exhilaration from Schwartz’s core message like I’d felt in the past when reading other books on self-help or self-improvement. I guess that’s because I’ve grown immune to the “Think Bigger, Believe in Yourself, Banish the Excuses, Take Action, and Success Will Follow” brand of Cool-Aid.
This version of the Homogeneous Mixture, seemingly echoed in so many personal development classics, rests on a premise that is supposed to be empowering: that your mindset drives your reality. While I know that changing your thoughts can change your life to some extent, as a person who’s been living with blindness for a long time, “I know that cannot be the entire formula for success.”
Sure! It is true that setting bold goals, cultivating a positive attitude, building good habits, being proactive, and overcoming fear with action are powerful principles worth adopting. However, while “action cures fear” and “ideas alone won’t bring success (David Schwartz)”; visualizing your way to wealth and never letting doubt creep in (Napoleon Hill) is only a part of the true formula. There’s something that needs to be added in order for “ask, believe, receive (Rhonda Byrne)” before the Law of Attraction will manifest your desires.
But it’s not shared. It’s there, but it’s not written about openly.
Of course, if the final peace to the puzzle was revealed, it would be bad for book sales. I get that. But at the same time, is it really fair that a bunch of people, who are only successfully selling us all books on “success” are only selling those books because they only “claim” to know the secret of “success”?
I think Tim Ferriss was right in his assessment of the Self-Help book industry during a podcast he did a while back. In so many words, he summed it up quite nicely. “Most Self-Help books are such bullshit!” Many authors are writing about being successful, “When they can’t even articulate in layman terms how they did it!”
Tuesday, November 11, 2025: 7:15 AM: Mindset: On this Veterans’ Day I listened to folks talk about all the stuff that was canceled this year because of the government shutdown. I think about the 42,000,000 people who lost food benefits because a bunch of politicians put their own political agendas before things in this world that truly matter, like the ability to eat, “And I am furious!”
I also think, too, about the conversation I participated in at a group meeting led by Helise McGowan. A possible government shutdown was looming when that meeting took place in the fall of 2023, and I had commented that it’s a bit of a stressor for folks depending upon subsidies to hear of such a possibility these days. I had said, “At some point, if the government is shut down long enough, it will eventually impact even Social Security.” Her response as I recall it? “I don’t think that will ever happen.”
Of course, if Helise was ever to read this she might have a different spin on that conversation, should she even choose to acknowledge it ever took place, and that is fine. But the truth is, we’ve just witnessed congress’s willingness to let 42,000,000 people suffer (go hungry) over “Health Care”. Imagine that. “Health Care!”
This sends a powerful message to many of us who are disabled for whatever reason. It tells us about our true value in society, even to the woke party led by Hakeem Jeffries who threw less fortunate members of his own community under the bus through his support of this latest and longest government shutdown yet.
But I’m not really surprised that Helise McGowan and other employees of The Mental Health Association of New Jersey’s Wellness Hub in Newton NJ would tell clients that a government shutdown wouldn’t eventually lead to benefits being taken away. They demonstrated to me in spades that their ability to comprehend issues surrounding living with blindness let alone other disabilities was negligible at best.
In fact, I’m pretty sure, though I can’t prove it on paper, that the Mental Health Association who operates The Gathering Place and The Wellness Hub on Spring Street in Newton NJ has probably delighted in the profits our government’s blunder has generated for them and their associates. In my personal opinion, the only reason they are here at all is because, “They are in the Client Brokering Business.”
I regret ever having dealt with them, even singing their praises at one point, as I now see upon reflection and observation that they are not who they appear to be on the surface. However, maybe the next government shutdown will drive them out of their partially government funded business, too. “One can dream!”
Anyhow… While it seems the government will be reopening soon, I am looking over my financial situation and making plans for the next government shutdown. “True!” I was not one of the 42, 000,000 million who got screwed by the children who run this country in Washington DC. However, I know now beyond a doubt that I’m a commodity to be profited from but abandoned over woke ideology that clearly has no room for people with disabilities, “Even amongst the politicians who run this country.”
Mr. President. Donald J. Trump. You have a son with a disability, do you not? What is your own son’s value to you? What if he didn’t have you for a father? Can you imagine him having suffered the fate of 42,000,000 people over politics? I guess it’s a good thing he’s “your” kid, “Right?”
Tuesday, November 11, 2025: 8:55 AM: Visions and Dreams: I was in a motel room with Jen, Ellen’s daughter. Jen was wearing a uniform that consisted of a midnight blue dress shirt and black slacks. She was bent over at the foot of the bed, putting her shoes on when I accidentally bumped into her, not realizing she was on my left as I went to pick up a travel bag off the bed.
Jen snapped at me for bumping into her, saying something to the effect of, “Wait a minute, I’m here,” in an irritated tone. I snappishly apologized in return, and she straightened up indicating she was ready to leave. “It was like the collision never happened and we were both ready to move on.”
Just then, a window fan kicked on, the 9:00 AM morning sun streaming through the window it was in.
The window was the same type I have here in my apartment by the fire escape. This window was definitely facing the sun though and had dark gray drapes that were open, letting the sunlight shine in. The fan was the same type I have, too, “Complete with a thermostat and all.”
Interpretation: What does this mean? Well… 9=rain in my world. So, I guess that’s something to consider. I hear that we’re supposed to get rain on the fifteenth, Alexa saying there’s a 45 percent chance on November 15th. So, I think we’ll just have to keep an eye on that, watching for more weather event symbols in visions and dreams over the next few days.
As far as the rest goes? I’m not really sure. I know I’m in a transition period right now, hence the motel room. What Ellen’s daughter has to do with that though? “I’m not sure.”
The clothing she was wearing could have been the type of uniform a law enforcement officer would wear, but it could have been something a mechanic or delivery person might wear, too. “I’m not sure.”
I was looking down in this vision at Jen, which doesn’t surprise me because she’s short in reality. However, this could have been a subtle nod to Remote Viewing or being Remotely Viewed. “Hello Shadow. I look forward to you tailing me through town, soon.”
Wednesday, November 12, 2025: 7:40 AM: Monetary: I’ve gotten the bills paid, Dad’s check deposited and cleared (it having finally arrived on Monday), and another page posted to his website regarding the Camaro he wants to sell. `I hear, too, that the House is going to vote to reopen the government today, too.
I have a plan in place should the idiots that run this country throw the Senior and Disabled communities under the bus again in the name of Wokeism or any other political agenda. “It will be a cold day in hell before I let the United States Government fuck up my credit!”
So, I plan. I’ve considered taking out a personal loan to get the things I know I’ll need to replace in the next year or so, which helps me function efficiently in my day-to-day life. The tools us blind people use for efficient functioning aren’t exactly cheap. But I’m going to hold off on that.
Sure, I could just pay for it out of the slush fund. But if politics keep going the way they are going, personal loans have a much higher minimum payment due than credit cards.
As things stand now, I can keep the ball rolling in a worst-case scenario (If Social Security fails) for about six months and three months if things get really bad (my landlord turns into a bigger douchebag than he already is because HUD has failed too). However, I could extend my line of credit to match the full value of my annual benefits and personal income. Some banks have already made offers that would give me that option. However, I hesitate to pull the trigger on doing that just yet. But if congress fucks up again at the end of January, I definitely will.
True, if the worst-case scenario plays out for an extended period, no amount of credit will save me, or anyone. Neither will having an unlimited supply of cash on hand. With so many businesses and organizations depending on government for at least a portion of their stability, well… There won’t be any cops or judges at work by the time I start missing the minimum payments. At that point, too, the rest of society just might learn the hard way just how predatorial some of us blind people really can be when pushed.
As it is, people like me now have no doubt in our minds that the government isn’t to be trusted., people like Hakeem Jeffries and Chuck Schumer are bigots caught up in their own power over others, the President of the United States is too wealthy to care about the trust this country’s most vulnerable have lost in government under his leadership. So long as everyone with a disability in Donald J. Trump’s family has what they need, the rest of us can go to hell, “Right?”
I didn’t ask for my financial situation to shape up the way it did over the years. I didn’t ask for a lot of things. There are still benefits I could apply for, even though I feel I have what I need.
Things would be so much different and so much more cost effective for even government if the Americans with Disabilities Act was enforceable and the rest of the country was truly as Woke as everyone pretends America to be. But, after this latest government shutdown, only an idiot is blind to the fact that the ADA and other laws like Section 504 designed to protect the disabled population are just formalities. They were clearly just a show for the general public so politicians could get what they wanted and a feel-good measure that the average elected ignoramus can point to when challenged without even knowing what it’s all about in the first place.
Fuck this government and the “elected” treasonous cock suckers who think it’s ok to set up sanctuary cities and states where America’s enemies can come into this country illegally and arrange our downfall. Clearly this is what everyone wants though, “Right?”
Even Donald J. Trump hasn’t demanded any official of a sanctuary city or state be Cort marshaled for their traitorous actions “while in office”. And why is that Mr. Trump? Is it because you are in on the slow dismantling of this country? “How much money did you get to allow this all to go on?”
Of course, The Donald puts on a good show of caring. But the American public is too stupid to see what’s really going on here, too. We protest when a biological boy is denied the right to play in biological girl sports despite the clear inequities there. We protest when abortion rights are threatened. “But hang 42,000,000 people out to dry over an argument on how to best fund health care and that’s fucking ok?”
Just keep defending the mass murders and rapes Isreal’s neighbor perpetrated against them. Keep doing your No King’s protests. Keep showing support for a nation that is run by Hezbollah.
This country is sick. The people who run it are sick. Common sense is dead. “My faith in anyone to do right is gone.”
The only thing that brings me peace enough to sleep at night is what runs through my veins. If I am threatened, I will know. I can remotely influence to some extent, too, to get what I need. But fix this mess we call America? “How do you fix a society who has lost all sense of human decency?”
We’re lost and no one sees that, and those who say they do are lying. I know this to be true because if it wasn’t I’ve have heard reporters from media networks like Fox News or CNN interviewing way more than just pissed off people at the airport. Congress and the President would have screaming people on their doorstep right now if folks understood just how disposable we all are to them.
But the average American isn’t doing or saying a damn thing about any of this because the disabled population is disposable to the average American, too. As long as they’re not next, or never become disabled themselves, it doesn’t matter. It will only be when they find out “they’re” only a commodity, “Then they might actually do something.”
Thursday, November 13, 2025: 10:21 AM: Intentions for Today: I will next awaken from sleep, having dreamt of the incompetent, prejudice and greedy, driven out of any position where they can cause harm to people like me. I will wake from visions at night in which all who have already betrayed me are forced to do penance, or else forced to take flight.
Those involved in Mental Health client Brokering wrongfully protecting their own, I will next awaken from sleep having enjoyed visions in which you atone with your own blood, Sinew and bone. Those officials in NJ Housing and departments alike, I will next awaken from sleep having recalled dreams of you as victims of what you should have made right, “These life-like visions filling my nights.”
To a United States President and a congress out of control, I will next awaken from sleep having dreamt of your expulsion from office, God’s passage of judgement on the sin in your soul. To the Shadow Government within who is truly responsible for this great nation’s divide and plight, I will next awaken from sleep, having seen in my dreams the punishment for your crimes, finally after centuries, “Carried out in the light!”
I will next awaken from sleep having dreamt of energetic friends., I will have had visions of hard loving women as my equals, all by night’s end.
I will next awaken from sleep, having experienced dreams of being surrounded by folks who have complete faith in me. No superior attitudes to contend with, me receiving large payments from loyal customers from sea to shining sea.
I will next awaken from sleep, having had visions of sailing. I will awaken having had dreams of being in nature with a woman who’s love for me is unfailing.
With a desire for pleasure in my days and nights, I will next awaken from sleep, dreams of my social and financial wellbeing putting darkness to flight. All the other visions I will next awaken having experienced? They are responsible for putting my world right, “And this is so!”
Thursday, November 13, 2025: 9:57 PM: Visions and Dreams: The first dream I had this morning involved me waking up to find a man standing next to my bed. I recognized him immediately as the motel owner. He had a white button-down shirt and black slacks on.
He told me as soon as I woke that he was there simply to make sure I was ok. I thanked him and then asked what time it was. When he told me it was 10:15 I then asked him if it was AM or PM. He said it was 10:15 PM and the vision ended there.
Interpretation: It’s clear to me that the dream centered on being in a place of transition, or in a temporary frame of mind. The reference to the time, closely correlated to the time of 10:24 PM, which is when the President of the United States signed a bill to reopen the government.
This is not the first dream I had about being in a motel of late. However, the only connection I can make in my mind at this point has to do with the government shutdown. Beyond that, I did note that the man seemed to be wearing a kind of uniform, related to perhaps room service or working in a restaurant.
I also noticed that I was looking up at the man from my position in bed. So, there is also the possibility that we’re looking at another possible indication of a Remote Viewing in process. But I’m not certain of that.
Thursday, November 13, 2025: 10:19 PM: Visions and Dreams: I was flying on a helicopter with two other people at night. One person was the pilot, whom I was sitting behind. The other person was a woman. She was sitting on his right and was security.
She had on a medium blue jacket that struck me as being part of a uniform. She was also wearing black slacks. She also had long shoulder length dirty blond hair.
The woman said something about getting out her Glock. However, when she reached to take it out of her jacket pocket with her left hand, she nearly fell out of her seat in the attempt to do so. It was then that I realized she’d sustained some kind of injury to her left arm.
Had she gone down on the floor of the craft, she would have been between her seat and the seat of the gentlemen I was sitting behind, whom I knew to be the pilot. I got out of my seat though and caught her before she fell to the floor.
Next thing I know, we’ve clearly landed. She and the pilot are playfully talking to me about the girls I’d been having lots of sex with of late. It was a fun dream, all of us seeming to know each other well enough to have that kind of playful banter back and forth without it seeming inappropriate or weird in any way.
Interpretation: Overall, it was a fun dream. I’m thinking the Glock was a 9-millimeter. 9=rain or snow in my book. My phone currently says it’s going to start raining outside. So, despite the fact that rain was not in the forecast for today or this evening that I’m aware, I guess that makes sense.
Of course, if it is raining out, I’m not hearing any evidence of it. My phone and Echo Dot’s have lied about this kind of thing before. But I’m not about to go outside and check this evening. If it’s raining, “It’s raining.” If it’s not then, “It’s not!”
As far as the conversation in the dream goes and everything else that happened? Well… To be honest? “I have no idea.”
Saturday, November 15, 2025: 6:53 AM: Visions and Dreams: My mind is racing. It’s like a traffic jam up there, as I attempt to process all I experienced in last night’s vision. Why I was traveling around Texas with Cassidy Spohn, a boyfriend of Her’s, Dad’s friend Shawn Erickson and a bunch of their friends?
Well! I will say this. “It was quite the extensive trip.”
The interesting part was all of them were residence of Texas. I was there visiting from New Jersey. Shawn Erickson was doing most of the drinking and driving and Cassidy Spohn was very interested in trying to hear what information Siri kicked back to me when I asked where the nearest beach was. When Siri told me the beach was part of a large lake, Cassidy said that was correct and that she’d been there. I was sitting down at a table and Cassidy was standing next to me.
Shawn and I were talking about beer and the fact that he might want to slow down on his intake since he and Cassidy Spohn’s boyfriend were both carrying 9-millimeter handguns illegally. I also pointed out that Shawn Erickson seemed to lack the ability to do the speed limit and having too much alcohol in his system on top of carrying illegally may complicate things for everyone should we get pulled over for a traffic violation. We then got down to the business of calculating just how much beer Shawn should drink or not drink so he could stay within legal bounds. I knew in the vision we were going to get pulled over and he did too.
After we worked out that there really was no good strategy for Shawn to manage his beer consumption Shawn began telling me that, despite his appearance of being disabled, he was in excellent condition. He said he’d been working out and was stronger than ever.
The vision shifted from location to location, us stopping at various bars and restaurants as we traveled west through Texas. At the end of the vision, I was telling the group that I really liked it there. I had told everyone I was thinking of moving to the area.
I also commented on the fact of how funny it was that in order to get my Section 8 housing I’d have to work with an office in Morris County Texas, my current case being handled in Morris County New Jersey. I also felt it was kind of interesting that I’d be moving to a place more than likely located in Sussex County Texas from my current location in Sussex County New Jersey, as well.
This pleasant sunny although be it physically exhausting vision finally ended at that point, us all seeming to be standing around online waiting to enter a cave that was a tourist attraction. I could see a lot of reddish tinted granite stones around us. The vision seemed to run from around 11:00 AM to about 5:00 PM during the month of September.
Interpretation: I’m thinking the presence of Cassidy Spohn in the vision had much to do with the fact that I thought I heard her talking to another woman online at the deli counter in Hayek’s Market yesterday. I also suspect that it was her on my website looking around at the new setup at 7:27 PM last night, the iPhone IOS 18.7.1 user and AT&T cellular customer having clearly used a bookmark to reach my site. They even read my post on boundaries.
If it was her, I doubt that she was there because she gave a rat’s ass about me or what I have to say. If anything, she was simply concerned that I might be writing about her. Of course, it could have been someone else visiting, “But I doubt it!”
I have been wrong before though. But somehow, I’ve got a funny feeling Ms. Spohn will be checking this site again, soon, even if it wasn’t her or anyone connected with her last night. Tracert showed me the AT&T mobile user visiting my site was right here in North Jersey, even though AT&T is using blocks of IP addresses registered to NYC for the Sussex County NJ region.
Shawn’s presence in the vision was also a puzzler. This is the second time in 40 days that Mr. Erickson has shown up in a strong vision that was quite lifelike. His appearance again in another vision alongside another known therapist got my attention, too. We were traveling again in this second vision, as well. Really? “What’s up with that?”
Cassidy’s appearance in the vision I could understand for reasons already outlined above. Shawn though… I’m not sure what’s going on there, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming that links him or someone like him to the mental health profession in some way.
It could be something to do with Remote Viewing or other forms of intelligence gathering, maybe even spying, given what I’ve been told of Mr. Erickson’s background. I don’t know.
I do know this though. “I don’t have such vivid dreams about people I don’t know all that well for no good reason.”
Cassidy Spohn, I can understand. She did something that was quite hurtful to me and I sense she’s still lurking in my environment in real time. Mr. Shawn Erickson though… “What are you to me?”
Saturday, November 15, 2025: 5:48 PM: Reflection and Release: I haven’t really gotten all that much done today. In fact, the past few days have been moving rather slowly.
I’m sleeping at night, which is good. I don’t want to get out of bed in the morning, which isn’t good, I guess. It’s just that I actually feel so good when I first open my eyes…
Even when I screwed up and stayed awake until 3:30 AM yesterday morning and got my act together at 8:00 AM, I slept last night. I crashed at around 9:00 PM or so and woke at 5:20 AM this morning.
How long will this last? I’m not sure. But I’m learning new things all the time so, maybe I’ve finally found something that will keep this ball rolling for the next few years.
I think my better sleep has something to do with the breathing exercises. Sure, part of it is chemical, me riding the positive wave of a cyclical depression cycle. But perhaps when this wave finally crashes the breathing exercises will serve as an override, making the powerful undertow of my depression cycles much more manageable than they have been in the past. “We shall see!”
Dad’s site is coming along pretty good. I’d probably have gotten a fourth post up Thursday if I hadn’t run into a problem with JAWS 2026. It took me quite a while to get it straightened out. But I was successful in restoring things and look forward to getting at least one more post up advertising his Camaro by the end of this weekend.
As far as JAWS 2026 goes, I’ve already discovered that it’s got some issues with the way it interacts with the Windows 11 clipboard that causes things being moved to disappear without warning. But it’s manageable for now. Other unexpected behaviors have come up since they’ve begun integrating AI into the screen reader, too. So, I’d have to say quality control is going downhill again.
If the roomers are true regarding Vispero and the way they seem to intend to gouge the market via JAWS licensing, I’ll probably be telling them to ram it up their ass by the end of 2026 anyway. Combine that with the fact that I hear the new management is treating blind employees like second class citizens, and not only will I be telling them to stick their new licensing agreements up their ass after two and a half decades of doing business with them, I’ll be sending Ms. Rhonda Bassett-Spiers a brand new Hitachi Magic Wand with the appropriate attachments as a farewell gift.
But Rhonda Bassett-Spiers and JAWS for Windows issues aside, I’ve been learning about some of the newer features Microsoft has built into Narrator and will probably be upgrading to IOS 26.1 on my iPhone soon. I’m giving Apple a little more time with that one because I understand that blind users had quite a bit of trouble with the initial release of IOS 26.
I think what a lot of blind people probably don’t understand is, it’s one thing to say an application is inaccessible when you are using a third-party screen reader like JFW. However, it’s quite another matter when a manufacturer’s software is inaccessible when using their own built-in screen reader.
So, when I have trouble with functions in Microsoft office using JAWS, I switch to narrator. If I’m still having a problem, then I contact Microsoft. Otherwise, it’s a Vispero problem Rhonda Bassett-Spiers’s company needs to deal with. “I refuse to blame problems with JAWS on Microsoft when Narrator isn’t failing in its performance with said Microsoft application.”
In fact, with most Windows 11 applications I have in my computer, when I have a problem, I simply switch to Narrator to see if the app works better, even if it’s not an app manufactured by Microsoft. Sometimes I’m pleasantly surprised when I do.
In other news, I’m glad to hear Dad got his Thanksgiving card in the mail today. The way the post office has been working, I figured he might see it by the end of next week. But it made the trip in four days, which is a good thing.
I’m also glad I decided to go out late this morning and early this afternoon. Lunch at Domonick’s was awesome as always and the bacon egg and cheese from Hayek’s Market hit the spot. I’m sorry I won’t be buying another Pepperoni Sicilian Pizza from Paco’s for a while, but I need to get out of the house more and I suspect that pizza might have been causing me some issues due to its sodium content. I can hit Hayek’s for a sandwich at least four days for every one pizza I order from Paco’s. “Movement wins out over ordering in.”
The reason I’m glad I went out earlier? One hell of a thunderstorm that wasn’t in the forecast hit Newton a little after 7:00 PM. I felt the charge in the air as it rolled in and pulled the plug on the computer, router, modem and everything else most likely to sustain damage in the event of a power surge or lightening strike. Fortunately, though, the outcome of this fast mover wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
I love a good thunderstorm. I’m not afraid of them. That doesn’t mean I lack respect for them. So, when I feel the air is a certain way, I take the extra precautions to make sure there isn’t a problem. “I like my equipment functioning!”
I am glad that walking has gotten easier since the government shutdown ended. People were starting to drive like such dicks for a while.
I’m really getting the hang of things with the new way I’ve been blogging. I’ve been working a lot more in the coding view, using the Classic Editor in WordPress. While having code automatically generated for you when using the block editor is nice, it adds things I question on the coding side of the equation. So, I use the code view in the WordPress classic editor, which I feel has a better interface overall.
I’m getting a really good handle on using the Find and Replace function in VS Code, too, for managing the repetitive coding I want done as a part of my post generation. “I’m getting really proficient with it.”
All in all, it hasn’t been a bad week. I stop work, reading from time to time, check out podcasts I generally like and occasionally ones that are brought to my attention, and my apartment isn’t totally trashed. I can’t honestly say I’m loving life, but it is what I make of it and in that regard, “I’m doing fine.”
Posting that's a little off the trolley at times... Brian is a single Newtonian Gardens Apartments resident, Self-Publishing Author, cPanel WordPress Web Host and Windows 11 powered computer tech. He’s a musician, sailor, hiker, cycler and some women would say, “Magical, too!”