Day 706 (redux): Back to mine

Day 706 (redux): Back to mine

I feel more normal tonight…ahhhhhhhhh. That’s a nice deep breath. I had a day of floating anxiety, but I did absolutely nothing, and I think that’s exactly what I needed to do. I might do it tomorrow, in fact. Not even writing, which pains me to...
Day 616: The mother of all hijackings…

Day 616: The mother of all hijackings…

Ya…so today as in work? Did not happen. At least not how I planned it. Instead, the mother of all plumbing jobs happened 😛 That’s slightly hyperbole. It was by no means the worst it could have been. Oh, no. It could have been way waaaay worse. As it was,...
Day 550: Dis n Dat

Day 550: Dis n Dat

Scale; it’s what’s for dinner. Tonight’s photo has it in spades, and it’s by Karel Thole. It was definitely an odd day today. Started super early for the Ho, who took her car into the shop because she’d been having some weird noises...
Day 535: An Hour a Day…

Day 535: An Hour a Day…

A very Trantor-esque piece tonight from Keiko Takemiya. I did my hour of writing today. For the first time in a week. What a struggle it has been these past, oh, six weeks or so! Such a struggle to sit down for one measly hour a day and do what it is I profess to want...
Day 495: Home again

Day 495: Home again

In my own bed tonight, holy jesus praise be to the travelling gods and the gods of clean sheets and puppies. That’s what I’m nestled into at the moment, as Liz has a sneezing attack next to me. Something is blooming out there and giving her fits. Not me,...