Author: Jacob Swift

Swift is a US Postman, writer, RPG player, husband, and father, based in a small town in Louisiana. After ten years of not seeking publication, he’s decided to try again. In the meantime, he works a manual labor job and cares for his family. This blog site is a spot for him to put his notes and thoughts down, as well as brag about his family’s accomplishments.

Lazy Sunday is ending, so another cat picture!

It was an easy day for the Swift Ranch. It’s nice to know that the universe sometimes aligns and lets us have a day to relax, even if just a little.

I have been taking my own advice and making Sunday my (mostly) day off from writing, if just to not stress myself out too much over making my daily word count or getting a project rolling. Chores still have to be done, but that’s a given and they’re easy to handle. The family saw to the needs of the household, and we even managed to get a round of groceries taken care of. Now that it’s evening, I’m taking a few moments to get my thoughts together and put notes down on what I’ve thought about over the day.

I have decided that I would be writing an essay of thoughts about the Russian invasion. As much as I avoid politics, here and everywhere else, that isn’t something I can ignore. If I’m lucky, I’ll have it written by the end of tonight and it’ll be up in the morning.

I also decided that I would, in fact, review the Star Wars Expanded Universe stories! Those reviews will take time to go through, since I have to either find my copy or buy one, read it to refresh my memory, then write up my opinions. But they’ll be put up here when I can.

With that, I have an evening or writing and meal preps to do, so here’s a picture of Apollo being strangely affectionate for all that he is still a feral cat who decided to adopt me.

He does like to cuddle, but he tells me by biting my wrist until I pet him. Progress is progress, at least.

Postman don’t like humid winters

It’s been quiet on the blog for the past couple days, and here is the reason why.

Louisiana during winter is an exhausting time to work outdoors. The cold gets under your clothes and sinks into your bones. That and wearing the extra gear adds a few pounds to your pace, and it just slows everything down. Truth told, I’m exhausted.

But the weather should be picking up soon, and I’ll have enough mental capacity to remember to write or post something here. Hopefully, I’ll have enough time tomorrow (Sunday) to write more in my stories. Y’all be safe out there.

PS~ this hat is amazing.

It was an easy day, so here’s a cat picture!

I forgot that it was President’s Day here in the US, so I had an extra day off!

I decided that it was going to be an easy day. Light chores and video games, which is a very rare treat. As a result, I didn’t get much writing done during the day. I’ll put in some work this evening.

In the meantime, Apollo is transitioning from feral to inside cat quite well. We actually couldn’t find him for a couple hours, leading me to think he left when I opened the door. I found him asleep at my desk chair.

Made it another lap around the star

Today marks my 36th birthday!

Huzzah!

That forehead just getting bigger and bigger.

Somehow, this insane Louisianan managed to survive to 36 years. So, what to do on your birthday when you’re a grown-ass adult?

Whatever you want! It’s just that you’ll find yourself wanting to get chores done so you don’t have to think about it later. Also, cook breakfast.

If only I was better at baking; biscuits would have been a nice touch.

I should probably set up a “Cooking” category if I’m going to keep posting my dishes. I do love to cook, and today was a special challenge: scrambling and frying eggs on the griddle. They turned out all right, though there were a few moments of panic when the eggs started spreading to cover the whole damn griddle. But given time, I’ll learn. Having Casey next to me to eat the failures is its own reward.

His name is Casey and he is here for your bacon.

Beyond the cooking and chores, what else is there to do on my birthday? Why yes, writing, of course!

Nerds gotta nerd, bruh.

I would say that I’ve become a fairly boring person over time, but to be honest I would’ve called this a birthday well spent back in my teenage years. If there’s celebratory alcohol to be had, it’ll be a 6-pack of Guinness or a short glass of whiskey.

In the meantime, I have an arc to plot and a story to write. Happy reading, folks!

A surprisingly good lunch made in a MacGyver fashion

I knew I wanted to use the chicken. But I couldn’t think of any particular dish to make, so I rummaged in the pantry and whipped this up.

Chicken, onion, mushroom, cream of chicken, pasta, and green beans. Season with garlic powder, Tony’s, and paprika.

Doesn’t look appealing, but it all went together quite well!

Watching the rain from the front porch

All things considered, it’s a nice day to be off from delivering the mail. My supervisors are probably suspecting me to have put in for the time off to coincide with the weather.

They’d be right, but it’s not my fault that the rain falls around my birthday weekend. That’s just a regular coincidence. I swear.

It’s a day off!

So of course, I’ve been struck by bad congestion.

It’s been a pretty hazy day, thanks to sinus medication, but I did manage to get a few pages written as well as chores, so at least it was somewhat productive in both writing and house-spousing.

I’m pretty sure “house-spouse” isn’t a real word, but dammit if it doesn’t cover the bases, so it’s a word in this household.

There were some long moments of me just sitting at the desk and staring off into space, which must have been amusing for the dogs. I avoid taking sinus medication for this reason; I’m useless when it hits my system. I even planned out last night for taking one dose of Benadryl: get everyone to bed, take care of animals, take Benadryl, make ready for the coma.

(This didn’t pan out as well as I’d like, as the Benadryl hit while I was sorting my mail at my desk at 9PM, and suddenly I‘m sitting up in my chair at 2AM)

With luck, I’ll either finish todays writing goal before the sinus meds knock me out tonight, or I’ll be sensible for once and take the tablet to the bed and type until I’m ninja’d by over-the-counter medicine.

It’s certainly an adventure in Swift’s world, folks.