Thursday and Gold Kryptonite in Book Five: Working Through the Maze 2018

Gold Kryptonite: Debuted in Adventure Comics #299 (Aug. 1962). Kryptonite affected by atomic radiation, capable of permanently removing a Kryptonian’s ability to process yellow sunlight, which nullifies all superhuman abilities. In Post-Crisis this kryptonite only removes a Kryptonian’s powers temporarily. (In Superman II, the crystal chamber from Superman’s Fortress of Solitude did this, although said process was reversed via Jor-El’s green crystal.)

Bother. Last night I told myself that no matter what… I was going to stay in bed. Even if it took forever to fall asleep, I was going to stay in bed dammit. And I did. And I drifted off at maybe 3ish? Woke up at 5:30? Had a wonderful good morning conversation with a PB friend. Really valued. It is nice to start a day with a positive and/or pleasing person being the first person you speak with. Especially as, closer to 7:00 a.m.... I could hear Wife milling about in the kitchen talking to herself and starting her day sour. Yes, that little voice that kills our mood in the mornings? For my Wife it is literal. She is literally speaking out loud to herself complaining. Like… if it was some exercise where she has a negative thought and speaks it to release herself of it? That would be one thing. But this is pure, straight, “I’m speaking because I can never have quiet and I can’t turn on the TV or I’ll sit and watch it instead of getting ready. And while I’m talking to fill the air with sound, I might as well make it negative and critical sound.” Even still, I went to the kitchen to grab cereal and talked with her a bit. Mostly just “Good luck today” shit. Not that today is any especially difficult day. It is 7:30 to 4:00 cleaning and sterilizing scientific equipment in between long bouts of being paid to watch Netflix. I get it that nobody likes being bored but… ::shrug::. For the amount of money she’s making for it, suck it up?

After she left for work, I did some of my daily digital chores and waited for a return phone call from our Insurance Agent. No big deal, just setting aside 20 minutes tomorrow to finish sign up for Insurance. AND… here’s the thing. Once Wife finally got her head out of her own ass, she actually sat down and did the numbers. IF my therapy and/or her therapy is covered… the middle plan, the one I said we should be on, would end up saving us money over the cheapest plan, the one she said we should be on. Now… of course… that is an IF statement. Which means that if the Insurance Carrier denies those claims… we have an issue. But if the insurance carrier accepts those claims? Perfecto.

After that? I SHOULD have left to go hit up my swim workout and do errands. BUT I didn’t. Because I wanted to finish writing my Clarification and Elaboration entry. Since I promised myself last night that I would stay in bed and not get up… I had a lot that I wanted to write and didn’t want to delay writing any longer. That being said… I actually would be surprised if I finished it. I’m trying my hand at being open, honest, vulnerable, and both sorting through reality and my own bullshit. SO… not exactly a quick process.

I’ve been pretty much writing non-stop all day and I haven’t even gotten into my college years yet. This is… very detailed… very honest… very scary shit. I kind of don’t want to stop until I’ve finished writing the worst of it (so that hopefully, I never have to revisit it AGAIN) but I also have shit I need to do today. So I’ll finish writing what I can.... save it to drafts. Work on diligently, passionately, myopically until it is finished. And then publish it when it is done. But.... after finishing the worst of it… I’ll go workout, hit the bank, respond to my therapist, and send in my letter from the Supreme Court.

To those who note and/or appreciate my notes… if I seem silent in the next 48 to 72… it is just because I am writing that hard.