One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
Senior Pictures
I started writing up a Facebook post this morning and got three paragraphs into it before I was like, this would make a better blog...
To policy or not to policy, that is the question
What follows is one of those long rambly over-thinky work posts. I will probably, next week, edit it down a little and post it over...
I am a rock; I am an island
I've been listening to a lot of Simon & Garfunkel this week. Not directly on purpose, although I do like them. I have a Spotify...
It’s OK to not be OK right now
So. Hey. How are you doing? I'm running the gamut from totally fine to completely tharn. I'm just going to assume that you are, too?...
Good thing I read so much dystopian science fiction growing up
Granted, mostly what I read was post-nuclear war fiction, and not pandemic/epidemics. But still. Alas, Babylon and Farnham's Freehold were my two favorites. Babylon was...
March, so far, by the numbers
Day I think it is because it can't possibly be the 12th: the 2nd. Day it is in my head because I plan so far...
What day is it? Thursday? Of next week?
We used to have a thing we said in our department when I worked at the Enginerding company... when everything is important, nothing is important....
Remember when I used to blog for fun?
Ha! Me neither! It looks like it's been 95% work around here since... oh, at least November. I feel like I'm always working and yet...
Walkies
A year ago, I bought a new/used treadmill. New for me, bought it used at a weird used equipment sports shop that is hilariously in...
