
I know I look at my life with a MacGyver mindset, but I didn’t think I’d need to add a sewing kit to my satchel’s equipment.
Stay safe out there, readers.
-JB Swift

I know I look at my life with a MacGyver mindset, but I didn’t think I’d need to add a sewing kit to my satchel’s equipment.
Stay safe out there, readers.
-JB Swift
It’s been a rather hectic time, readers. Even the past week was jam-packed with crisis after crisis, coupled with the exhaustion brought on by working 10-11 hours days.
But I’m taking a few moments this Sunday, after wishing a Happy Mother’s Day to every mom around me, to write up a brief report.
First and foremost, to those readers I have here that are mothers: my heart goes out to you. You are appreciated and loved, folks.
The past week started off the best way a crisis-leaden should: with two new tires.
My wife’s career is travel-heavy, but the distances are mostly within the state, or maybe just over the border occasionally. Instead of putting miles on the Pilot, which we need for family travel or as a backup, we got a used car meant for work-travel. While I do my best to keep up on its maintenance, I’m afraid I hadn’t looked at the tires in a few weeks.

…yeah, in hindsight that was a bad idea. Sometimes, it doesn’t occur to me just how much travel that little car goes through. But we got two new tires installed, and I’m lining up the next two to come in soon, so I don’t have to worry about that problem for a while. That way, any new problem can get its proper amount of attention. We like to be thoughtful around here.
Along with that, I’ve had the wonderful distraction of a new riding mower! You might be saying that something to handle another chore should be a distraction I would want to avoid, but the riding mower had been updated enough to zoom across the yard, and we have four acres out here.
The redneck in me will always win out, eventually. That mower can drift, folks.
Work had its own crisis, but a beneficial one, at least. We held the NALC Food Drive this week, which if you’re on a city route in the United States, you might have noticed via a brown paper bag in your mailbox. They were for postal customers to fill with canned/dry goods so us letter carriers could collect and deliver to the local food banks.
That is a really good cause to get behind, and I’m proud to do it, but damn does it involve a lot of legwork. On a 12-mile walking route, extra legwork is…disliked, to put it mildly.

We had a family crisis as well! My son was hit with croup in the middle of the night a couple days ago, and we discovered that croup can still infect children all the way up to six years old, so it’s not just a baby worry. Neither of the kids had croup as babies, so we didn’t know what we were looking at.
We just had our 4yr old son suddenly unable to breathe at 1AM. Understandably, we panicked. I put him in the Pilot and we hit 90mph on the highway to the hospital. He was treated and the croup was knocked out, but we had to stay and monitor him the rest of the night. By the time Saturday (05/13) rolled around, I was clocking in for work on less than two hours of sleep, and I had to collect all of those bags.
The week ended on a high note, as it was also a Main Arc session! As it was also the first session to have a bunch of players attending (adulting sucks, sometimes, but I’m not begrudging them for that), I gave them my full attention and as good a story as I possibly could. They enjoyed the session, and learned plenty of things that will affect their choices in the next session.
Finally, writing! I’ve been hard at work with my sci-fi novel, as well as writing up the next Sidewinder Stories chapter (expect that one ‘soon’) but I’ve been hitting a snag on the sci-fi. I’ve written that first chapter four different times, trying to see what was wrong. Now that I’m on the fifth rewrite, I’ve realized the possible problem: point-of-view.
The sci-fi chapter was originally written from the POV of Mahima Varma, the Empress of the United Stars Empire. The most powerful woman in the Empire, and one perspective I’ve enjoyed writing from, but for the first chapter, she knows too much about what’s going on. That’s not good for the readers to get their world-building details from, so I’ve decided to try a different POV: Ishim Valwa, the Empress’ aide and confidante. His perspective is an interesting one, as I can relay information about interstellar colonization and its drawbacks (Ishim is a human, but is considered an outsider from Imperial society and called a ‘Lost Soul’), as well as show the audience what Mahima Varma is like outside of Imperial trappings. Along with that, a key note I’ve been working on is the ‘space elevator’ idea. It has significance for the Varma dynasty, and will be important in later stories, but I’ve had to work on different locations to write it into.
The best one I’ve found is also the most difficult: Mount Kenya.
This is because for that story, the home of the Empire is in the African continent. Our species started in Ethiopia, so that’s where the Empire’s home is. But a space elevator needs to be at the equator, and Mount Kenya is the best location that is also closest to where the Empire would be based at.
It’s also an actual holy mountain, so I’m reluctant to put a giant facility in it. I’ve written two different versions for that part of the story, but with this fifth rewrite, I think I’ve figured out the best approach. I’ll have to see what the beta readers say about it.
With that, it’s time I got to my chores and visited my mother with flowers. Happy Mother’s Day, folks.
Stay safe out there, readers!
-JB Swift
PS~ For everyone who sat through this whole spiel, a cat picture!


While I will admit upfront that I am a millennial, and there is an admittedly-amusing stereotype about my generations’ obsession with avocado toast, you’ve got to admit that this looks gorgeous and appetizing.
My local coffee shop has branched out into serving their own foods, and I had 30 minutes to sit around before my shift. I finally tried it, and it’s definitely a good quick meal.
This may be surprising to everyone, considering the amount of stress it puts on my shoulders, but I’m very proud of being a United States Postman.
If management could stop throwing their authority club around for five minutes, they’d be surprised at how well I do my job. But alas, some people shouldn’t be in power and it shows.
That aside, I’ve been collecting US Mail memorabilia over the past few years. They’ve been small things, really. Clothes, mostly. But a Postmaster caught wind of this and showed me something that, she believed, would be a welcome addition to my collection. Also, a way to clear up some clutter in her office.
And she was right on both counts!

I have no idea where to put this thing, but it’s going up on a wall somewhere, by thunder.
Stay safe out there, readers!
-JB Swift
During the mad scramble of house chores that routinely plague me on a day off, I heard the kids in the next room and repeatedly requesting a certain movie.
“Dad! Dad, could we watch that one?” they asked, pointing at an animated movie I was unfamiliar with. I also did not have my glasses on, so I couldn’t make out the finer details on the screen.
I knew it said “Klaus” and figured it was just another Christmas movie, so I agreed and went back to the dishes. Little did I know that the plot of the movie involved points I was very familiar with.

I will never escape work, even when I put away everything that could remind me of it. Eventually, I’ll unknowingly start a movie that revolves around a postman.
Never fails. Stay safe out there, readers. I’ll be writing this evening.
-JB Swift
Welp, with the last letter delivered and the paperwork finalized, I’ve clocked out and officially begun my Thanksgiving vacation.
It almost hit a rough snag, as my supervisor called me to say I didn’t have enough leave saved up for the vacation. She tried to say I wasn’t going to be able to take the time off.
“Well, boss, that’s a problem,” I said, way more calmly than you’d expect. “You see, the family is going to Disney for the week, and we’ve already invested several thousand dollars into the trip. I need you to look through the used leave logs and find out how my saved leave was used, because I had not authorized it. This can be resolved one of two ways: either we find out where the leave was used and correct it, or someone in management gives my family $8,000 before I clock out today.”
There was a long pause after that remark before the supervisor responded.
“Swift, I’ll just talk to the other supervisors and Postmaster. We’ll figure out what happened and you and your family can have a great time in Florida. We’ll see you Wednesday next.”
Paraphrased slightly, as I like presenting my managers with manners.
So now, I’m home and going through the last stages of preparing for the trip. Before we leave, however, it’s gotten down to the upper 20’s tonight, so I’ve cleaned out the fireplace, gathered the first supply, and lit the first fire of the season.

Also was the first time I’ve used pinecones as my primary kindling. My father-in-law kept swearing by it, so I gathered a few bundles and dried them out before the cold set in. They do the job, almost too well. This fire won’t die down until the early morning.
With that, it’s time to sleep and make ready for the morning.
Stay safe out there, readers! Sleep well.
-JB Swift
It was a half-day today!
Just goes to show that the guy with 12 years of painfully-earned experience might know more than the supervisor who failed up into their position after less than 3 years without ever learning how the job is done.
But hey, if they don’t want to listen, I can plan around it. I knew this was coming and scheduled our final weekday errands for this afternoon, which should be rather minimal.
After that, I can write! I’ve done a lot of work on the Adventure already (every adventure and arc has at least the story prompts based off the recordings), so hopefully I can whittle away at the story during the next two months.
The players keep telling me to take the half-season break as a rest period from all the writing. This is how I rest, people!
I’m telling myself to not do any edits on the already-written 6 pages from a couple months ago, at least until the draft is finished. It’ll get done.
But first, I have to see about rounding up a cat from outside so she’ll be boarded and not freeze to death because of her own idiotic stubbornness.
Stay safe out there, readers!
-JB Swift
It was another grueling day, another 12.5 hour shift and 16-mile walk. The supervisors haven’t been listening to my recommendations for the past few days, so instead of being assigned any assistance, I’ve worked nearly 60 hours so far.
I did warn them about this 60-hour mark, and that I was going to have overtime on my own route if I wasn’t given assistance. Alas, management doesn’t like listening to my opinions, so I’ll be clocking in tomorrow with 54-55 hours on my time card, and I can’t be worked over 60 in a week or they get all kinds of hell, so it looks like tomorrow will be an early day!
In the meantime, Han asked if I could post her pick of the weather photos from today.

Not my best one, I’ll admit.
It looks like time I should be heading to sleep. Good night, readers, and stay safe out there.
-JB Swift
I’ve been a smoker for most of my life, which means I will most likely not live as long as I could.
A morbid start of an essay, but I wanted that out of the way. Smoking is bad for you, people. Choose your vices carefully.
When Sarah became pregnant with Han, I had to have a sit down with myself and figure out what to do. I’ve always had a rule when it came to my smoking: not around children or pregnant women. I had accepted that I was causing harm to myself with my addiction, but that doesn’t mean other folks should suffer for it.
That year, as a Father’s Day gift, Sarah helped me find a more palatable solution to cigarettes: a set of pipes and a beginners supply of pipe tobacco. Six years later, I’ve become an avid pipe smoker.
One thing I wasn’t expecting as a result of this was that I’d keep specific pipes and tobacco for work. I now have a “Morning Break” tobacco.

Time to sling letters. Stay safe out there, readers!
-JB Swift
I was driving the kids to school this morning when Han spoke up from her car seat, “Dad, you should do pigtails today!”
She saw the look I was giving through the rear view mirror and corrected herself. “Dad, would you put your hair in pigtails today, please?”

If they use their manners, I’m obliging. I got a few stares from the older coworkers, but I get odd looks at work already. It comes with the territory of being a weirdo.
Oddly enough, this was a favorite photo among the family, and one of my followers on Instagram called it “Nordic”.
Just wait until I start braiding it. It’s just about long enough.
Stay safe out there, readers.
-JB Swift