Yeah, to make it to the end of this pandemic alive.

I have an increased sense of urgency. I don’t think it comes from anxiety about how short my life might be. Rather, it’s just the tedious days of 2020 that all blur together to become a very long single…Tuesday, or something. I’ll probably be in the last group to be vaccinated, so there’s months more of staying at home to get through.

Right now, it almost feels like there’s just a few very important items on my list. I want to hug the people I love. I want to interact with animals. Ride a plane, write a book. And I want to go to one of those giant indoor pools with slides and saunas and caves of trickling water, chlorinated and heated to perfection.

I’ve rewritten it, so now it’s just about real buckets.

I wanna get a wooden one next.

Less material items needed.
Thus have saved and appreciated what I have at the moment rather than wanting more and better.

I was about to direct my first short film with my friends, using professional film equipment and local theater actors. We acquired permits to film scenes throughout my city. Literally 5 days later, Covid hit. So the project was put on hold indefinitely.

So instead of making a film, I decided to watch more classic cinema and at the moment I’ve watched 150 classic films spanning from 1920–1945.

I don’t have a bucket list. Can’t afford one.

Bucket smucket. All I want is a cop of coffee, and my backside to the fireplace.