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And if the fucking annoying emails that filled my inbox yesterday make me want to scream, I can at least do it into a pillow—so I don’t disturb my neighbors.
I rarely get to take real vacation time because something always seems to pop up, and when I do, someone inevitably finds something “urgent” that needs to be done. If it’s not an emergency, it’s someone being bitchy or difficult. What makes it even more frustrating is that my boss constantly tells me I have to use up my vacation time before the end of the fiscal year, since I can’t carry any of it over or try to take it all at once at the end. Easier said than done when work refuses to slow down long enough for me to actually take a day off.
Speaking of which, the possible plans I mentioned yesterday for my vacation day ended up falling through. So instead of doing anything exciting, I mostly just tried to rest and recover from the week.
In two weeks, I’ll be heading to a conference that I normally enjoy, but this year I’m dreading it. I have to go with someone who has become increasingly unpleasant and seems determined to make me look bad in front of others. Yesterday, they fired off one of their classic snide emails—trying to throw me under the bus for something that was actually our boss’s doing. It’s not the first time. I’m documenting everything, but I’m just tired of the drama.
I’ll have my Kindle to keep me occupied on the two-hour drive, which I’ll be spending as a passenger this year since they’ve decided they want to drive. On one hand, that’s fine—driving tends to aggravate my sciatic nerve these days. On the other hand, they’re a terrible driver, so it’ll be a long ride either way.
Honestly, work just sucks right now. I’ve got a few job applications out there and a few more to submit this weekend. Maybe it’s time for a change.
For now, though, I’m grateful for a quiet Friday at home—no meetings, no events, no people to deal with face-to-face. Just me, my coffee, and the sweet sound of not having to pretend everything’s fine for a day.
I hope everyone has a wonderful and relaxing weekend!

I’ve been so busy and stressed at work lately that I’m truly grateful to have the day off today. I have a few tentative plans, and if things work out, I might tell you about them tomorrow. For now, I don’t have much to say—just enjoying the rare luxury of a quiet morning.
Isabella was kind enough to let me sleep until almost 5 a.m., though she started halfheartedly trying around 4. Here’s this week’s Isabella Pic of the Week. Every time I see this picture, I think, “I am cat, hear me roar,” to the tune of Helen Reddy’s I Am Woman.

(Secret: She’s just yawning. 🥱 Isabella is a very quiet cat.)

I woke up around 2 a.m. with a bad migraine — the kind that makes it hard to tell if you’re awake or just drifting in and out of pain. I dozed off and on for about an hour and a half before finally giving up to Isabella’s persistence and the realization that my headache was getting worse, not better.
If I didn’t have a major event at the museum today, I’d have called in sick and crawled back into bed. I hate when a migraine hits hard enough to bring nausea with it, and even more when I know I can’t give in to it. Some days, you just have to barrel through and keep going because there’s too much to do to stop.
Thankfully, I’m taking a vacation day tomorrow and working from home again on Friday, so there’s a bit of light at the end of the tunnel. My event today ends at 1 p.m., and if I can get everything cleaned up and put back in order quickly, maybe I can head home early.
Sometimes my migraines ease as the day goes on, and if that happens, great. If not, I’ve learned that keeping busy can hold the pain at bay — at least until I stop. Then, of course, it all catches up with me. Hopefully, today will go smoothly and the hours will fly by quickly.

Now and Then
By Charles Bertram Johnson
“All life is built from song”
In youth’s young morn I sang;
And from a top-near hill
The echo broke and rang.
The years with pinions swift
To youth’s high noon made flight,
“All life is built from song”
I sang amid the fight.
To life’s sun-setting years,
My feet have come—Alas!
And through its hopes and fears
Again I shall not pass.
The lusty song my youth
With high-heart ardor sang
Is but a tinkling sound—
A cymbal’s empty clang.
And now I sing, my Dear,
With wisdom’s wiser heart,
“All life is built from love,
And song is but a part.”
About the Poem
When did you first realize that you had gotten older?
For me, it happened when I received an email from a young Marine. He addressed me as Sir and kept referring to me as Mr. ________. I know he was only being polite—showing respect as Marines are trained to do—but it stopped me in my tracks. That single word, Sir, carried a weight I hadn’t quite felt before. It wasn’t the formality that struck me, but the realization that I’d somehow become the older person in the conversation.
I’m the oldest person at the museum now, and though I have friends who are older, most of the people around me are younger—college students with endless energy and a sense that life stretches far ahead of them. I work with them every day, and I see in them the same bright spark I once had. Over the past year, especially with my health issues, I’ve come to accept what I used to quietly resist: I am middle-aged. Not just in years, but in how others see me—and in how I’m beginning to see myself.
Charles Bertram Johnson’s “Now and Then” captures that awareness of time’s passage with both poignancy and grace. It traces a journey from youth’s exuberant song to the quiet wisdom of later years. The refrain that begins as “All life is built from song” evolves into something deeper: “All life is built from love.” Johnson reminds us that while youthful joy may fade, it transforms into something richer—an understanding shaped by love, endurance, and perspective.
In the gay community, that realization often feels even sharper. We live in a culture that idolizes youth—smooth skin, perfect bodies, the illusion that desire belongs only to the young. But aging brings its own kind of beauty, one rooted in truth rather than performance. When we let go of chasing who we were, we can begin to appreciate who we are.
My youth may have left nearly twenty years ago, but it left behind something far more lasting: gratitude. The song may sound softer now, but perhaps that’s because it’s finally being sung with love.
About the Poet
Charles Bertram Johnson (1880–1956) was an American poet whose work appeared in the early decades of the 20th century. Though little is known about his life, his poetry often explores the quiet transitions of aging, the nature of love, and the search for meaning in ordinary experience. In poems like “Now and Then,” Johnson captures the gentle shift from youthful exuberance to mature reflection, reminding us that the truest songs of life are often those sung softly in its later years.

I survived the after-effects of the COVID vaccine and am feeling much better today. Yesterday morning was rough, but other than an intense migraine, all of my other symptoms went away by the afternoon. I did have some extra pain in my back, which may also have been triggered by the vaccine, but it’s manageable now.
I still have a slight migraine—what doctors call a postdrome. Migraines often have four phases: the prodrome, which comes before the headache and can include fatigue, food cravings, or mood changes; the aura, which some people experience as visual or sensory disturbances; the headache itself; and finally, the postdrome, a sort of “migraine hangover” that can leave you tired, foggy, or achy even after the worst pain is gone.
Other than that, I’m doing okay. I’d love another day to recover fully, but I have three meetings today and plenty of work waiting for me.
To make things even more interesting, my internet provider appears to be part of the global outage affecting many major services. So this will be a short post today, as I’m posting from my phone’s network—which works fine, just very slowly out here where I live.
Here’s hoping everything, including my head and the internet, clears up soon.