Skwurl @skwurl@cybre.space

Coworkers broke the thing I built. I am supposed to be letting other people fix their own mistakes.

Listening to Chiquitita and gazing upon the ABBA poster that now hangs above my desk is helping.

"Be careful at Five Fingers," he says. "Don't forget to use the right-hand channel."
"I know," I tell him. "The old steamboat channel."
"That's right. The steamboat channel. Keep to the right."
And then he adds, as if by an afterthought: "I lost my father in Five Fingers. Many years ago. He took the other channel."

...Is the Yukon even in real life?

Is there some sort of music playlist that follows me? There is a series of songs playing in this coffee shop that I could swear I heard in a hotel bar in Houston a few months ago. I like most of them and love a few, so it stands out to me.

I could well imagine that such a thing exists.

"The winters could be viciously cold but he made the most of them; it amused him to fashion a scarf pin out of mercury, which freezes at 40 below, and see how long it would last."

The Yukon sounds wild and Pierre Berton's dad sounds well suited to it.

Reading a book by Pierre Berton complaining about hydro dams destroying forests in 1973 and find myself thinking: "Well, I guess the forests can drown or they can burn"

Did I and my copresenter make this workshop up the night before I presented it? Yes. Did I then stay up till 2am drinking rosé and talking with my copresenter? Yes.

Okay, I have all 99 ABBA songs ranked according to my personal taste.

Now I am going to start a new knitting project so I can continue to not think about... things.

After months of intense ABBA exposure, I am embarking on the multihour project of determining my ordering of ABBA songs.

A few hours in, I have the top 30 picked out and I am still on songs that I have a big attachment to.

OMG, the squirrels I saw on my walk today were so chubby and cute! Makes me want to curl up, eat cookies and become an adorable chubby skwurl!

It is wonderful to stretch out on the sun warm moss, be a lazy skwurl and take a little nap.

I can't get over the reported fact that nobody even offered the members of ABBA drugs during the 1970s. Did they have no friends? Did people not share drugs in Sweden in the 1970s? Was it just Björn? Did everyone else get drugs and just not invite Björn because he would worry? Are they just still lying about it?

I am such a reflective mood. I am visiting where I grew up with one of my partners. I haven't been here in about 25 years and I keep seeing things and absolutely flashing back to being a tiny skwurl.

It is strange and makes me feel sensitive.