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       (Time skip)
       July 11, 2023
       
       Holy crap, the last time phlogged was in 2020. It felt like I was planning
       to write a new entry like a few weeks ago, but actually reading my prior
       entries, it feels like decades ago.
       
       It really is a disservice try to catch the phlog up, especially since I'm
       not sure I had much of a commitment to being comprehensive in the first
       place here. So much has happened and so much is different, and the
       important things are the same.  The same things are that I'm living in my
       little 4 acre homestead still, and with my partner, and still working the
       day job.
       
       The different things are that:
       
       I'm fully committed to living a homestead life. It really is the single
       lynch pin in my life, it's something I've steered into to connect myself
       to my surroundings in a more immediate and meaning fashion and to connect
       to my partner. Our garden is the biggest it has ever been, we've planted a
       small orchard's worth of fruit trees this year, and I have so many plans
       to expand it. The end-goal is to get much of our food from the garden,
       it's one that I think will be a progressive situation that may never get
       to 100%. I'm fine with that. And I plan to transition eventually from
       coding, to doing some cottage-industry stuff involving designing and
       crafts integrated with my land.
       
       I've gone Wiccan. I'm not a particularly faithful practitioner, but it's a
       spiritual orientation involving my connection to life and nature. This is
       is all prompted by a series of death related experiences that I may write
       about later.
       
       I've got a couple new people in my life. I've adopted my partner's nephew,
       taking on a bit of a mentor role for him. It was always an intent, he's
       struggling and I can see being a help, and he's somebody I relate to. But
       lately my intents have become plans and events.  And aside from The
       Nephew, I've reconnected with an old friend, Sophie, and we are more
       friends than ever. I have lots of thoughts on that, may write on later as
       well.
       
       Other things that are not different:
       
       I'm still a big nerd.