It would've been nicer if I'd been a little quicker on the "idea train" this morning, but oh well. There's always tomorrow. I had a good thing going with my exercise and eating schedule. Had a few missteps and some tweaks I needed to make, but nothing terrible. I was going along pretty well the … Continue reading Oh, how the monkey wrenches keep coming… I just hope I can duck & dodge a little better this time around.
This weekend was just not the best one for planning all around. I dunno if it was some bad news that threw me off and made me all cloudy, or the major headache that came in most of Friday and Saturday and wouldn't leave me alone (I'll blame the weather changes for some of that). … Continue reading Fell off the wagon a little bit, but managed to grab onto the railing…
Granted, that's probably NOT the best way to phrase that, but I haven't been able to think of a better one the past few days. Brain fog is not terribly fun when you have a ton of stuff to do, but dizzy spells have been knocking you for a loop for a week. (le sigh) … Continue reading Building “failure days” into my schedule… or trying to.
I have to say I haven't gotten the hang of consistency for much longer than a week or two. Perhaps that's why I was such a wage slave for so many years and am just now trying to get away from that and bear some more responsibility for what I can and will do in … Continue reading Building that “anchor point” in my day; or, getting my mental schedule back on track…
I'm trying to get my writing groove back and stimulate my thinking and imagination. I'm sure that's necessary to get to writing full time and enjoying the hell out of it. But when my own ideas are seemingly blocked, or I'm stuck with trying to figure out which idea I should resurrect first... it's a … Continue reading Don’t underestimate the usefulness of writing prompts… but maybe, don’t go overboard, either.
I've been on a bit of a cleaning streak the past few days. I have no clue how, after months of just being listless, searching for something but getting nowhere, and having no energy... I just got up and started cleaning mid-morning on Saturday. I put my keyboard down, started some laundry, went to my … Continue reading When you’ve finally snapped out of it, but have no clue how it happened…
It's been a hard road to slog through, and I've fallen way behind on some things and barely touched others. My days and evenings have been full of obsessively playing video games, hoping to reach ever-elusive goals. And then, while doing that, making new reading lists for the year (because my files weren't saving right … Continue reading I think I FINALLY managed to bore myself out of my usual procrastination methods…
Well, my plan to be gone from work by this past Friday has gone by the wayside, mainly because they've just become even more short staffed in the past week or so, but also because I'm a terrible wuss who can't seem to scrub that "doormat" tattoo off my forehead no matter how I try. … Continue reading Persistent headaches & funny discoveries…
I'm stuck in a situation where I have to work open to close several days in a row. I've got two more (thankfully shorter) days of this to go, and the list of things that I should be doing is ever increasing. Storm violence led to a lack of sleep (which I'm itching to get … Continue reading Sometimes, you just have to let yourself be lazy.
I don't really understand the statement, "Covid-19 is a hoax" that people are putting on Facebook, Twitter, protest signs the past few weeks. Um, Covid-19 exists. Over 80,000 people have died from it and hundreds of thousands are carriers of it. It's been around and about all over the world. So, how is Covid-19 a … Continue reading Q #132: What do the protesters saying “Covid-19 is a hoax” mean? (& other q’s about all this…)
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