Miraclo Miles

      First, the way the two Marvel Omnibus shelves currently look, including the two additions below. Still acting as partial placeholders are a few of the old Marvel Masterworks, bought from the first year of their release many years ago, waiting for the eventual Omnibus editions to come my way. A leap from the April 19th previous look , when it was maybe one and one third shelves. Fifteen volumes then, twenty five now.       The Defenders and the second of the Lee/Kirby Fantastic Four editions have that poorly-decided, tiny spine lettering, which is unfortunate. I can only guess that someone thought it made them look... I don't know, more dignified? A minor issue in the sweep of things, but still, not a choice I'd have made.       So many others pre-ordered, waiting (mostly) for their release dates which now stretch into March 2022, but here are the two most recently-arrived ones:            Fantastic Four Omnibus vol 2: Containing issues 31-60, and Annuals 2-4, and so so

      Over sixty years down, I'm trying to get it right. Disassembling, examining the pieces, and trying to put them back together in an improved way.       Procrastination and related depression remain strong players.        I still spend far too much of my conscious time in one of two, equally useless states:       1) I have all the time in the world, and I just need to rest and de-stress a little before I roll up my sleeves and get what needs doing done.  and...       2) Not anything close to the time on hand to do what must be done. I'm fucking doomed. Everything's as good as ashes.       Both states are paralyzing, differing only in degree of stress.       Neither state is something I can continue to afford.       Still, I have managed improvements in the past decade.       I tackled a situation of deep and deepening debt, got hold of the details, explored options (primarily a loan at a much better interest rate, used to pay off the aggregate debt - I used Lending Tree