What is today?
Lorena
No, really. What day of the week is it? Because I’ve been convinced all day that it was Sunday. Even though I watched TV with Ginny and Sharon this morning,…
Navel Gazing
How’s that holiday widow brain holding up?
Surprisingly well, all things considered. I’ve flipped out a couple of times, but nothing so far out I can’t get back, and I’ve spaced out a few times, but again,…
Sometimes I even irritate myself
I need a title for this post but I don’t know what it’ll be until I start writing. I’ve thought of a few titles, but they’re all… so long. “The…
What are you willing to tolerate?
Like a journal, these posts are a place for me to be more honest about what was happening than I was on Facebook, or Caring Bridge, at that time. Some…
The good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful
Ugh. I feel like I’ve been writing this blog post for a million years. Or since mid-April. Same thing. How is it only/still May? Of 2020??? The good is ……
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 playlist that has some of…
Smart Goals
I told someone I was thinking of listing out the things I wanted to make sure I get done in 2020, and they were like, “ugh, that sounds way too…
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
So, instead of doing my Patreon posts today – or at least two out of three of them, I did get one done this morning although technically it was due…
If I’m not blogging, there’s something I don’t want to think about
I blame Julia Cameron, training me on brain dumps with those damn morning pages. Three pages, by hand, every day, brain dump. It clears the mind and gives focus, but…
My personal fitness tracker/app throw-down (Part One)
Hooooooo buddy, do I have a love/hate relationship with fitness trackers and apps. I mean, I’m prone to liking gadgets, anyway, and also technology… so when you can combine a…
Hello, my ragtime gaaaaaaaaaal
A lot of times as a self-employed person, I feel like this…. …. but then there are days I feel like this…. … and also this. WHAT IS A GIRL…
All this aggravation ain’t satisfactioning me
Boy howdy, I do not know WHERE my motivation has gone to, but it surely has packed its bags and moved on to someone else, because it is nowhere to…