(Yes, that’s a reference to True Detective.)

I’ve done what I call “climbing the fitness ladder” at least five times already.

I’ve had a challenging relationship with my health and fitness over the years.  I work in a job that leads me to be more or less sedentary.  I spend most of my day in front of a computer writing reports, running scripts, sending email, and not moving nearly enough.  I’ve gotten into “shape” at least three times, and tried to get back into shape at least two more times in between.  Something always seems to happen that causes me to slip back into inactivity, sloth, and weight gain.

No, not my wedding anniversary.

At one point not very long ago, geologically speaking, I wrote in a blog of some kind virtually every day. That changed for a number of reasons, including too many of my coworkers getting far too interested in what I was writing. But, also, at the time, I was aggressively single, and wrote about the comic adventures of dating after divorce while nearly middle-aged. And, of course, I wrote about my phantasmagoric year of exploring the inner workings of the health insurance industrial complex as experienced by a cancer patient.

And yet, we are so often constrained by it and use it as a measure of accomplishment. Take this post, for instance. I had intended to write it and share it on the first day of the new year. But, sadly, demands on my time carrying over from the previous year meant that I didn’t quite get to it until now.

So, I guess I've gotten popular somewhere because I see someone banging on my WordPress security.  They keep getting locked out though because they're assuming that the default username is "admin", so they're never going to guess that password.  I do hope they give up sooner rather than later, though, because I'm getting tired of the 20-minute and 24-hour lockout emails telling me that they've been unsuccessful in trying to brute-force the password.

I’m feeling a little burned out this week.

I'm no stranger to getting things done in spite of being depressed.

Mental health is serious, but we can still have fun with it.

If it's done well, there's an opportunity to help people.