Misha The Poet Laureate

Good morning. Woken up early by Gus. Fed him soft and hard food, cleaned his box, and then watched has he took a shit in the new clean canvas. Little bastard. I love him so.

First of the month file management things. Take my daily notes in Obsidian and merge them into a monthly file (2026-04-notes). Which will be turned into a yearly file at the end of the year. Searchable data base of daily morning thoughts.

Amazing how insidious the internet is. I just went to send my poem out into the world today to the direct message folks, instagram, this little blog, and ended up losing 30 minutes messing around. When what I really wanted to do was be in my two panel notes app writing and trawling through notes. The thing that gives me the most joy in the morning. The writing and the searching through my saved wisdom.

OK. Job interview today at 10. Need to shower, shave, get dolled up in lipstick and braids, and get this job.

Good morning. It is Thursday, and it’s the end of the month, and I’m doing the end of the month tasks. Set up in my little writing station in the studio.

I need to remember my little pocket notebooks more. This month’s notebook is beautiful: a memorial to the penny. I’m finishing the month with about a quarter of it empty. I need to remember that it is there for me when screens are overwhelming, when thinking about living in the digital is too much. I can build a tangible world out of paper and grace.

New notebook process:

• choose new notebook from the 10 year supply I have. May notebook: part of a box set of shop notebooks, the first one, focused on woodworking.
• Write name, dates, and email address in the front cover.
• Sticker with a trans theme on one of the covers. Usual a carta monir sticker of either sleepaway camp or Let me Die a Woman. I need to order more of those.
• 3 sticky notes in the back so I can put to dos there.
• Write The First Page is Profound on the front.
• Put it in the notebook wallet.
• Old notebook goes in the notebook out tray.

These little rituals track time, and also track what makes the world work for us.

Monthly notebook set up:

Out: Penny In: Woodworking.

Something I did today that made my life 1% better: put a new RSS reader on my phone, one that automatically removes articles after a set time. Cleaned up the feed, removing a bunch of loud content. Nothing is saved after a certain amount of time except what I WANT saved. A quiet stream of data without inbox numbers, etc. That’s how I want to read on my phone. I don’t think this app even allows for notifications.

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Good morning. It is April 29, 2026. A Wednesday.

Gus the cat is finally eating. He seems to be getting his sea legs about living here. Strange to have a new little roommate here in the world. Living his best life. A total treasure.

Still fooling around with tools. This phone is a treasure, but I don’t want to be clicking on things because of addiction. I want to be intentional, and be ok with how I live and pay attention in the world.

Turn off notifications for most people and chats. Reply when I want to.

Today is an out in the world writing day. See how that goes. Maybe head to the east county library.

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Left my phone into the office overnight. Read before bed, then sleep. Have a kindle on my side table and just put a paper notebook there too. May write a small thing in bed when I wake up. Alarm clock. Trying to keep myself offline for at least my bed time.