So, here’s the thing about lazy days: I don’t usually get the choice in whether or not I take them. I have fibromyalgia. There are days where I simply cannot function.

Usually, I feel both rested and completely unproductive. Pardon the double negative, but I don’t do not doing things well. Idle hands are Puck’s playthings and all that.

Even now, I’m watching a show with Mellon and crocheting to relax.

When I think of successful people, the first that comes to mind is my dear friend Reffie.

She always seems to have her shit together and is always able to roll with whatever stuff life throws her way.

She’s an amazing writer. She’s got an adorable cat. And she’s just one of my favorite people.

A good neighbor? I don’t really know. I’ve not known most of my neighbors beyond a cursory hello and a few conversations.

But here, it seems to be that a good neighbor minds their own business and doesn’t park like a jerk.

I would try almost anything once, so long as it wasn’t likely to set off an anaphylactic response. w

I want to try grilling over an open flame grill, be it charcoal or gas.

I want to get my nails done just for the fun of it, instead of when someone is wed or dead.

I want to try going to Vegas or Salem or New York. Somewhere I’ve never been.

Well, friends, y’all might not have known this but I was homeless for over a decade.

I have lost everything. Down to my shoes.

I don’t wish it on anyone, at any time, but I do kind of wish I could fit everything I own into my car. As I now have a tiny little Ford Fusion, named Sherrinford, I don’t think I could do it.

Oh, well.

It doesn’t seem like I’m going to be moving again any time soon, thankfully. So my clutterbitch/maximalist ways will eventually need to be trimmed down. But not anytime soon.

Ciao for now!