Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: New Home

I swear, at some point you’ll get a Nocturnes Magazine Season G recap. Hopefully next week, since that’s when the first round of the playoffs end, the draft’ll be right around the corner. But life has gotten in the way. (Also of my draft prep, which is tricky because I’ll be picking at the end of the 1st round so I actually have to think about it instead of “who’s the best starter, or is there an elite reliever?”

The former Senorita Weaselo ending things seemingly at the same time the idea of an apartment for us popped into the ether. Instead, just an apartment for me, away from Apartment Weaselo, away from ghosts of grandparents, figurative and potentially literal, away from Padre Weaselo, “temporarily” here. And now… it’s get the keys day once Zelle stops being a pain in my ass about daily limits and waiting a full 24 hours, not just midnight the next day, the fucks. And move things in! It won’t be Senor’s home yet. (I won’t be able to get the mattress in there from Wayfair until Monday or so at the earliest because I’m still gigging all throughout this, and you kinda need to sleep at home.) I have to call Con Ed and Spectrum. There’s much to do, and I finally get to do it. For myself.

I know I held myself back, for her, to move forward with life when we were ready. And now that it’s just me, life tumbles forward. You can only hold the spring of the machine for so long before it fires and the pinball game begins. Hermana Weaselo pointed it out in terms of the cracks in our armor, even from early days. Now I hope to build home for myself, until my brain and my heart and my soul find the person who truly is Home, and to build that home with.

Sports Tonight: Hockey and basketball, CFP has games tomorrow and Friday before we get to Wild Card, Bitches! Now, if you excuse me, at press time, the Zelle cooldown has elapsed, so… send!