Some Goals for 2026

It was back to work to me today, back to routine. With that, 2026 begins in earnest, so it’s time to list out a few goals for this new year. Most of these are building upon either what I did or what I wanted to do in 2025.

  • Steps: 2,250,000 (6,165 per day)

Last year’s goal was an even 2 million, and I reached it—on New Year’s Eve. No room to spare. I definitely want to be more active, and walking/treadmill/elliptical is my preferred method. I’d love to be able to revise this number upward, but this is a realistic target for me.

  • Gym visits: 52

This one is a little tentative. Once a week seems easy enough, but last year it didn’t happen. My current membership is set to expire soon; I’m hoping to improve my track record at a different location with a set of equipment and amenities that’s more amenable to what I’m looking for.

  • Library visits: 70

I made 54 last year; I think I can do better.

  • Books read: 45

The number for 2025 was 40; like my steps goal, I got there on New Year’s Eve. To be frank, my reading habits have been fucked ever since COVID. I really thought I had come out the other side of it—I read 31 books through the first six months of last year. Then I cratered out. Still, 40 books was a win, and this year I’m determined to do even better. One key? Reach for a book instead of my phone whenever I have a spare few minutes.

  • Short stories read: 60

Last year I planned for 52, one per week, and beat it by six. So let’s go further. This is another number I’d really like to bump at at some point.

  • Blog posts: 20

Like reading, writing (outside of work) is a pleasurable habit I’m determined to get back to. Twenty should be easy, right? I mean, if I can just bring back my “Month in Review” posts, that’s 12 right there. I also have a goal of making sure WordPress and Microsoft Word are open on my desktop at pretty much all times so it’s easy to pop in at any point to jot down some notes or craft a sentence or two.

  • Albums heard: 365

This is a new one, and I’m not 100% sure exactly why I’m doing it. Probably because so much of my listening is done on shuffle, and I want to break out of that at least a little bit. 365 is a lot, but we’ll give it a shot.

2025 in Review

A few interesting things in and around Columbus.

Brandi has been several times, but I finally made my first visit to Austin.

Our second time in DC included a trip to the top of the Washington Monument.

And of course…Luna, our best girl.

I made a post last January 1 that noted a handful of goals for the year. Mission accomplished on these:

  • Steps: 2,000,000
  • Short stories read: 52
  • Books read: 40

As for the rest…well, I fell short on the rest. What can I say? The world has been on fire, and reaching any goals is a pretty significant accomplishment. Here’s to a better year all around in 2026.

Bringing Our Girl Home

TW: pet loss

The vet’s office called this afternoon and said Luna was ready to be picked up. So Brandi and I went and got her and brought her home, one last time.

It was eight days ago that we lost her. Here’s what I wrote at the time:

Brandi was the one who wanted a cat.

Which isn’t to say I didn’t want a cat; it’s just that she was more active about it. That’s a fair summary of our relationship, actually.

Picture it: Troy, Ohio, February 2008. I’m back home after a short work trip, and Brandi asks if I want to visit the Miami County Animal Shelter on Saturday morning. You know…“just to look.”

Sure.

In the cat area, Brandi’s eyes went wide. So many cats. After a moment, she zeroed in on a little calico. It turned out to be an asshole. But while she went to say hello, I scanned the room to see how the cats were reacting to us.

And there she was. On the far wall, a little striped kitty, poking her front leg out of her cage and beckoning with her paw. I nudged Brandi. “I think that one wants you.” Brandi got her out of the cage; she never went back in. We adopted her (she cost $40), took her home, and named her Luna.

At first, it was a lot. She went into heat almost immediately. Then we discovered she had ringworm, so we had to quarantine her for a month. (Were we strict about observing said quarantine? We were not. We did at least change clothes anytime we went in to visit her, which we did often, hence one of her many nicknames: Kittypants.)

She went into heat one more time before we could get her spayed. Brandi was working a crazy schedule at the time; so she could sleep, I stayed in the living room while Luna yowled all night.

But we got through. I had recently started working remotely; Luna and I bonded hard. She would sit with me in my office chair while I worked during the day and sleep in my arm or on my legs at night. Brandi had to catch up as her schedule normalized, but she did. And for nearly 18 years, Luna was the best little friend, fuzz monster, bed hog, reading buddy, couch companion, office mate, and general supervisor we ever could have asked for.

Luna left us around 7:30 this morning. She was in bed, on her pillow and blanket, with mommy and daddy there to let her know she was safe and loved. So well loved.

I’m glad we got to spend so much time together. It was never going to be enough.

~September 15, 2007 (born)/February 9, 2008 (adopted) – December 22, 2025

It’s been a weird few days since then. We had Luna for nearly eighteen years, and for her to now be gone is kind of surreal. Over all that time, your mind makes space for patterns and rituals—some you aren’t even consciously aware of—that are suddenly over.

No one screaming you awake to demand breakfast before sunrise. No one knocking over cups because she’s thirsty (or just wants attention). No one chewing on every bag or scrap of plastic you put down and forgot about for one second. No one underfoot when you’re carrying groceries or laundry. No one to say goodbye to when you leave, or to greet you with a cheerful chirp and roll when you get home. No one crawling into your lap when you’re trying to read, or standing in front of your monitor when you’re trying to write, or snoring on the end of the couch when you’re trying to watch a movie. No one thundering up and down the stairs at night, or standing on your chest and pawing at your face (or sometimes placing her cold wet nose directly on your eyelid) because you’re not sleeping in a position that’s comfortable for her.

Coming when it did, it has certainly made the holidays…I don’t know, pick your adjective—difficult? Melancholy? Bittersweet? We’re still finding our joy where we can, and it’s impossible for Brandi and me to talk about Luna without a lot of laughter. We were just really hoping we’d get to enjoy one more Christmas with our girl.

In my life, I’ve known and been close to a fair number of animals, but Luna is really only the second that has been “mine.” The first was a Chow-Lab mix named Cupid that I got as a puppy when I was in high school. In a very odd coincidence, Cupid’s adoption date was February 10 (1992); Luna’s was February 9 (2008). We lost Cupid on December 20 (2005); Luna passed on December 22.

Of course, when I went to college in 1995, Cupid stayed with my parents. I was back home often after that, sometimes for extended periods, and she and I were always close. But by the time she passed, she hadn’t been a part of my everyday for ten years. Luna, on the other hand…we were together nearly 24/7 for her entire life. Getting back to a routine with a cat-shaped hole in it after the holidays is going to be one of the hardest things I’ve done.

I’ll have another post at some point with some fun stories and good memories of Luna. But for now, I wanted to make sure she got a little tribute on the day she came home for good.

Love you, Tunie.

March 2025 in Review

March is a cat-focused month. Brandi and I got Luna in February of 2008, so March is usually when we end up taking her in for her annual checkup. She’s 17, so there’s always some anxiety involved—for her and for us. But, other than a few teeth that were cracked and needed to be removed, all the news was good. Which wasn’t exactly a surprise, as she looks and acts as young as ever, but a relief nonetheless.

And a couple of fun shots taken during a night out with friends. I haven’t been doing a great job of taking photos lately—a function of so much time inside, in the same environs, during the winter—but I’m hoping to do better.

A Handful of 2025 Goals

At the beginning of a new year, I usually do some resolutions, and occasionally even have some success with them, but to kick off this year I’m thinking more in terms of “goals.” Even though I’m a words guy, I find that I am interested in numbers and can be motivated by counting stats, so—almost entirely for my own reference, although I would be delighted if anyone else gained any sort of edification—here are a few things I’m interested in accomplishing by the next time the ball drops.

I’ll note that while all of these numbers represent improvement from 2024 (for those items I kept track of), I’m hoping they are conservative and relatively easily reachable. I’d love to revisit this post in three or six months and revise some of these numbers upwards.

  • Steps: 2,000,000
  • Gym visits: 52
  • Theater visits: 10
  • Live sporting events: 10
  • Library visits: 70
  • Books read: 40
  • Short stories read: 52
  • Blog posts: 20

Checking In (and Checking Out) on the Reds

I’ve been kicking around the idea of a post about my fandom of the Cincinnati Reds and where the team stands for quite a while. The All-Star break? The trade deadline? Well, here I am, finally getting around to it while watching the last game of the season.

There’s no way around it: this season has been a disappointment. It began with playoff expectations; it ends with a losing record and, depending on today’s outcomes, either a last-place finish in the National League Central division or just barely above. (ETA: a Reds win and a Pirates loss keeps Cincy out of the basement by one game. Woohoo.) The team was behind the eight ball from the very beginning due to injuries and a suspension. While none of that was optimal, it seemed like the team was well positioned to at least be competitive this year. That turned out not to be the case, and it cost manager David Bell his job with five games left in the season.

And as the good and decent teams prepare for the playoffs and the not-so-good teams head home for the winter, that sets the stage for what is sure to be an interesting offseason for the Cincinnati ballclub. The team is at a crossroads, and the decision on who will manage them will be an early indicator of how seriously they plan to take their opportunity to compete for playoff and World Series appearances in the years to come.

As a team, the Reds did not perform well this year, but they have a handful of young players that could form the core of a really good, dangerous team if the front office can identify and bring in some other good players to surround them. Let’s start with the rotation: Hunter Greene showed this year that he’s ready to be an ace, and Rhett Lowder has been really promising in his starts to finish the season as well. Andrew Abbott is really solid, and if Nick Lodolo can stay healthy, he can be as well. I would love for them to bring in another guy to slot in toward the top, but given where they are, I’d settle for retaining Nick Martinez and using him and guys like Graham Ashcraft to fill in where needed.

I don’t have a lot to say about the bullpen—there’s so much movement there for every team, I feel like putting together a good one is a combination of magic and blind luck. I’m good with Alexis Diaz in the closer’s role, and we’ll see where the pieces fall around him.

The offense needs some help. There are some pieces there, but very few spots where they couldn’t improve. The star, of course, is Elly De La Cruz—write his name in ink at shortstop for the next few years and forget about it. The only other real lock I see is Tyler Stephenson at catcher. Matt McLain at second base is a possibility, but after losing this year to a shoulder injury, there’s no telling how long it will take him to get back to form, especially considering he’s played less than one full year in the major leagues anyway.

The outfield obviously needs improvement. And on the infield, it seems like there’s no way they can go into next season with Elly, McLain, Jonathan India, Jeimer Candalerio, Christian Encarnacion-Strand, Spencer Steer (although maybe he’s an outfielder now), Noelvi Marte, and Santiago Espinal all on the roster. Oh, and Ty France. Then again, I thought the same thing going into this season, and then McLain got hurt and Marte got suspended, and…well, it didn’t all work out, exactly, but it wasn’t quite the logjam it looked like at first. At any rate, assuming a more normal season, there are more players than spots on the infield (even counting the designated hitter), and some roster moves there seem inevitable.

Something that might change that—and I have no idea how likely this is—would be if the Reds were to hire Joe Maddon as manager. He likes to move players around and play them at different positions, so…I don’t know what that would look like. I’m not crazy about the idea of, say, Steer and India in the outfield at the same time, but I would definitely be interested in seeing a guy like Maddon at the helm.

I’m really interested in and almost even apprehensive about the way the offseason will play out. With the young players the Reds have, it’s probably enough for them to be not completely irrelevant for the next few years. The question is whether “not completely irrelevant” is enough for ownership; they have given no reason for fans to think it is not. I would not be surprised if they whiff on the manager hire with current interim manager Freddie Benavides or with Barry Larkin—not that either of them would necessarily be terrible managers, but because neither seems like the person a team trying to win a championship would hire. As for the roster, I wouldn’t be surprised if they make a trade or two to clear up the infield situation (and maybe save a few bucks in the process), add a token mid-level has-been or never-was free agent to the outfield, and call it good.

The problem is that ownership and the front office have rarely acted like they want to win. I think they would like to win, sure—and enjoy the financial windfalls that come along with it—but they haven’t done anything to make it seem like it’s a priority. What does that look like? I don’t know. I’m not going to crucify them if they don’t sign Juan Soto and Pete Alonso in free agency, but I’m also tired of hearing they can’t compete for guys like that. If there’s a guy that can help the team, go fight like hell to add them. If you can’t, you can’t, but it’s exhausting to root for a team that’s always shopping from the bargain bin.

And I’m paying extra attention this year because watching baseball is expensive. From April through August, the only reason I keep a live TV streaming service is to watch the Reds, and the regional sports broadcasting fee makes that a ridiculous cost per month. I’m kind of reevaluating my sports fandom in general right now—it’s a been a while since the level of enjoyment I get from it has matched or exceeded the level of frustration it causes me—and if it doesn’t seem like the Reds are serious about winning, well, that’s probably money that’s better spent elsewhere.

August 2024 in Photos

August means the start of the high school football season here in Ohio. My alma mater just had artificial turf put down for the first time—I personally preferred the natural grass field, but those are going by the wayside for now. In news that’s actually Commaphile related, the latest edition of the Chicago Manual of Style made its debut; my copy was delivered on release day and has already taken pride of place near my desk.

I got a new phone (Pixel 9 Pro XL) this month, which of course means I also got a new camera. The football photos and the cocktail photo above were taken with it, as was the cat photo below with the TV in the background. It’s pretty spectacular, just in the limited amount I’ve used it so far; I just need to remember to use it more often.

July 2024 in Photos

July kicked off with my 47th birthday on the 4th—my wife baked an incredible cake you can see above. It is called, bizarrely, pig-lickin’ cake; my mom used to make it when I was a kid. Instead of braving downtown Columbus for Red White and Boom or a school construction zone for our local fireworks, we went to a Clippers game on the 5th. The game was great—the Clippers won on a walkoff homer in the bottom of the ninth—but the postgame fireworks were incredibly disappointing. Lesson learned.

I’m a big fan of the National, a longstanding indie rock band with roots in Ohio. They’re known, among other things, for their melancholy, introspective lyrics, often inspired at least in part by classic or contemporary literature (one of their recent albums is titled First Two Pages of Frankenstein). From this came the “Sad Dads Book Club” on Instagram, a book club dedicated to books inspiring or inspired by the band. I was lucky enough to win a recent giveaway, a copy of the novel Sorrow by Tiffanie DeBartolo (inspired, fittingly enough, by the National song “Sorrow”), and when it arrived I was ecstatic to see that it was signed and personalized by the author. I’m very much looking forward to reading it.

Our neighborhood is always a haven for wildlife. In addition to the lawn-grazing family of deer seen above and typical suburban sights like rabbits and squirrels, there are also plenty of chipmunks, the occasional fox, and once or twice even a couple of turkey vultures, just off the top of my head. There are also a ton of backyard birds, and for a couple of days, we had a goldfinch that got obsessed with our bedroom window. It would flutter around right in front of it and would even perch on the screen so it could peer inside for long stretches at a time. This went on for probably the better part of two days; on the third day I still saw it a few times sitting in the pine tree just outside the window, and then it apparently decided it was time to get on with its life.

And of course, there were cat pics:

June 2024 in Photos

Some fun outings this month! A Clippers baseball game featured an appearance by the ZOOperstars, which is a traveling troupe of inflatable animal/sports-themed mascots. It was kind of surreal, but as a baseball fan who came of age in the 1980s, when the most readily available way to watch the sport was via afternoon Cubs broadcasts on WGN, “Harry Canary” cracked me up. A personalized Funko Pop figurine immortalizing Luna and me was a hilarious Father’s Day gift from Brandi. We made our first visit to the Franklin Park Conservatory for a cocktail event—the drinks were mostly “meh,” but the venue was awesome. And finally, Brandi’s birthday gave us an occasion for a nice dinner and a fun night on the town.