Once again, the angels of duty and responsibility have reared their heads and declared war on my demons of procrastination. Though in my defense, it wasn't entirely wasted time. I WAS doing necessary and relevant things outside while the weather was good. But damn, this place is a few dust bunnies and dirt clots away … Continue reading Pushing Myself to Clean Better
Except for those anxious/exciting days when I was messing with my well system, that feeling of being mentally checked out hasn't budged. When it wasn't really dumb stuff or acts of nature working on me, I was just not there. Honestly, if you asked me what I'd done the past few days, I'd have a … Continue reading Trying to pull myself back up and get my head on straight…
(image from abc13.com, KTRK Houston, of Hurricane Laura... from definitely not right now!) According to the Doppler radar, the outer bands are not too far from me and playing with Beaumont right now. I'm probably a good 40ish miles westward from there, and the wind has been gradually picking up throughout the day. I've also … Continue reading Looks like Laura is getting ever closer…
I try to be a creative person as much as I can. But I have a few things that tend to get in the way of that, namely that I'm an over-analyzer with impulsive tendencies. I realized while writing this that it doesn't make much sense. You're generally either one or the other. Well, I'm … Continue reading When “sleeping on it” is the best thing you’ve done for yourself all week…
For those who've read here before, you know I generally HATE Sundays. I've hated them because of how some places just aren't open, or close so early, or open so late, and that hour between 2 and 3 just drags on forever. By the time you decide to go somewhere, everybody else has had the … Continue reading Feels like it’s going to be weeks & weeks of Sundays (most of the time).
Maybe it's the internet outages I've had the past week, or the odd schedule I've been trying to contend with. Maybe it's looking at things in my old notebooks that just don't gel anymore and I want to make them right. Maybe it's that I just haven't wanted to do housecleaning because I don't have … Continue reading When “busy work” is just that, & you finally acknowledge it…
Well, this one is almost me today this month, except substitute the words "time for a book" for "TV" and "time for sleep" for "beer" and I'd have to say we're damned close. I haven't had the chance to enjoy kickboxing in weeks, and I'm sure there are some at the mats who wonder if … Continue reading Putting all you enjoy on the back-burner because of work…
I was hoping when I got home tonight I'd have some time to cook or clean, or just finish one of the books I've been trying to finish for weeks. But now I sit here, an inch away from falling asleep, after working a near 12 hour shift because nobody else could work. And because … Continue reading Fighting the fog…
Well, that was an enlightening sucker-punch by the doctor when I went to visit yesterday. I'd done blood-work a month and a half ago (and had a hard time getting a follow-up appointment because of all the stressful crap going on), and went in yesterday. I was told a couple of things: First, I'm pre-diabetic. … Continue reading Overhauling my life choices again, but with anemia this time…
I should've known after a pulled shoulder wouldn't let me sleep all week that it would make me susceptible to cold or flu (thank you depressed immune system). I felt it after leaving work yesterday to drive south and cover a co-worker who had surgery... sneezing my head off and making an emergency run for … Continue reading Q #115: What is it about a shower that makes you feel “more human”?
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A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
A recovering recluse stumbles from her dark hole in pursuit of a brighter world (and a decent cup of tea)
Caedmon: "Hwæt sceal ic singan?" Angel: "Sing me frumsceaft."
