- 38,000 — words written on “Household Lights”
- 4 — sequences left to write on my list
- enough to stuff a cushion — number of tissues applied to my massive sinus infection
- 5 — approximate number of Very Important pieces of mail I need to unearth for adult things like getting my car tags done
- 0 — number of fucks I am able to spare for that right now
- -2 — the anticipated low for tonight’s weather conditions
- 7 — number of swords I own, in case any Upper Plains person laughs at this
- 2 — Lindor truffles on my desk…oops
And so on, and so forth, &c. &c. In other words, I aten’t dead. Barely.
Edited to add: I recounted my swords. I have one (1) rapier; one (1) practice foil; one (1) sport saber; and five (not 4) épées. So I have 8 swords, not 7.