Sweatpants

A different yet delightful day

I hope no one minds but I am just going to blabber. No story. No spiritual insights. Just fresh out of the mouth blabber.

I’m told that I’m not the only one who experienced the major Medium glitch that occurred. (Perhaps with help from Mercury Retrograde.) Beginning yesterday evening every time I clicked on a Medium story I got a 500 Error message, saying that Medium was down. But the front page and the network feeds were still working but every time I clicked on a story to read it, whether my own story or someone else’s story or any link in my notifications, I got that error.

I was unable to read a single story or article on Medium! And I continued to be unable to read anything on Medium until early this afternoon. For a little over 20 hours I could not read anything on Medium. But since the front page and feeds kept showing that other people were still publishing new stuff I felt locked out.

That’s when I realized that I am a Medium Junkie. I was seriously jonesing.

I realized that I cannot remember the last day when I did not read on Medium. I read my favorite writers every day. But now my drug was taken away. I couldn’t read anything without getting that darn error message.

I was on the verge of panic.

Then I saw that P.G. Barnett published a new Dark Sides of the Truth story and I immediately clicked on it only to get that darn error message. No! No! No! I needed my fix!

I remembered when, over forty years ago, I made fun of my sister for being hopelessly addicted to the soap opera, All My Children. And now, here I am hopelessly addicted to Medium. See what happens when you make fun of people?

I follow my favorite writers religiously and feel terrible if I miss something. I also realized that I spend more time reading on Medium nowadays than I used to. Why? Because I keep discovering new writers that I love. To follow and read all of them takes a lot more time.

“It’s staying in your sweats all day.” — Lindsay Lonai Linegar

It’s been snowing on and off all day today here on the Great Plains of Turtle Island where I live. I would be perfectly happy staying in my apartment all day every day and not having any contact with other humans. But I know that is not healthy. So every day I leave my nest at least a couple of times to go outside and partake of nature as well as humankind.

But not today. Except to take two steps outside the apartment building to check my mail, I have not left the nest all day. That’s right, I’ve been wearing sweat pants all day long! Usually I only wear sweat pants in the morning when I write (and read). I’ve found that sweatpants are the most comfortable pants to wear while writing. Reading Lindsay’s poem once Medium began working again, I felt like she had just written a poem about my day.

Realizing that I couldn’t do anything on Medium and jonesing like a heroin addict, I decided to spend my morning on a non-writing project. It was weird not writing in the morning. Of course I kept periodically checking in with Medium to see if they were up again.

Finally in the early afternoon Medium was working again so I then spent the next three hours catching up on all the stories I missed over those long 20 hours of no reading on Medium. Three hours! Three hours to catch up on just 20 hours worth of stories and articles.

I realized that Medium is a great place to keep in contact with other humans while wearing sweatpants. Of course actual human contact is still important but, damn it, then I’ve got to change my pants.

Thanks to Lindsay I learned that it is okay to wear sweatpants all day long. Although it was a rather different kind of day for me, it has been a truly wonderful day. I am now calm and peaceful and am no longer jonesing. Sometimes it’s a good thing to have one’s routine day be thrown out of whack.

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