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  PR #012026 Reported on 31 January 2026 Project 1: Writing     Current Writing Project: Operation Eventide          Current Status: Unknown     Current D&D Project: Custodius Continuum, Eventide's Path          Current Status: 5 of 9 Sessions Completed     Blog Posts Completed: 5 of 52 (Including Extra Blog Posts) State of Project 1:     Project 1 is ongoing, as always. Things have been simplified and will be taken care of in short order come February. This is especially considering the two writing projects in question. Blog posts are going mostly well, but I neglected a few until late into January. Need to be more aware of time and being more disciplined in my commitments. Project 2: Weight Management     Current Weight: 232.6     Weight Loss/Gain: +0.6 in January (-0.8 total in 2025)     Goal Weight: 180.0 State of Project 2:     Project 2 has bee...

 The Gravedigger's Archaeology By William Archila     As the start to 2026, this was definitely a rattler.      Normally, I go for something a hair lighter than this. Kind of thought this would be more comedic than it was. But this... This wasn't it.      This book is heavier, given the current context of events. It talks a bit about the grit of life, the spiral that life takes down to its inevitable death. And how even death isn't the end, but another path cycling back up to life in various ways. The grit is what gives it the endless nature of these things. The constant struggle to do more, do better, or do different.      At the end of the book, I received a reminder of the futility and ultimately the frivolity of life. Which in itself is an important lesson that I will be thinking about for the next month or so. 

      It's one thing to change a Nodo Fati.      It's another to re-write the course of a Nodo Fati entirely.      I'm not sure if it was the will of the two Custodius, or if there was something else amiss. Even while I've been stuck in the Void, I feel the changes. The shifts. And this time, there is nothing I can do to correct it.      Normally, I can correct these kinds of things. A tweak of character here, a well-placed McGuffin there. But now it is out of my reach. I'm probably going to be here for a while.      And I suspect that I'm not the only one here anymore.

      "You know, I get it.  It's hard to be associated with both something forgotten and something unforgettable. I get it if that sentence alone makes me hard to understand. But maybe, in this little moment, I should introduce myself. Hi! My name is Pluto. But you can call me Plu."     I stared at the black abyss in the corner of my room. Plu stares back.      I don't know if I can go to bed tonight.

    You know, if you would have told teenage me that I would live to see 2026, I would have probably cried. Dunno if out of anger or joy, but I would cry.      Boy howdy, 2025 was interesting. Things are going on. Things are done. Lots of things are done. And I feel like I've had time to really dive into some nasty inner work and pull out some of the things I really needed to deal with. Now I can move forward and get some other work done.      First, thank you for reading my work in 2025 (and previous years, honestly). This has often become a second notebook for me to really put down some ideas without really committing them to a full set of thoughts or coherent logic. If you have been enjoying this, you have my immense gratitude and commitment to this variant of shit-posting. Albeit a hair better than standard shit-posting across social media, but shit-posting all the same. So thank you.      Second, I would like to tell you that I...