12,364 Days Alive
7,625 Books to Read
I kind of just… made it through the day by staying home (mostly) and crocheting.
Splendid, Stormy Sunday
Category: Death
Fairly Rainy Friday
12,248 Days Alive
7,346 Books to Read
40 Centers Finished
2 Finished Squares
I’m tired as hell again today. Fell asleep on lunch at my desk. Coworker Belle was sweet as pie and shut off the light for me.
Behind By a Bit
12,282 Days Alive
6,477 Books to Read
3 Episodes of Sabrina Watched
2 Tacos Eaten
1 Cold Front Coming
So. I need to catch up. I’ve been doing great on #FlashFictionFebruary, but I am way behind in all of my reading challenges.
Writing and Crying
12,271 Days Alive
6,434 Books to Read
4 Crying Jags
2 Cups of Coffee
1 Story Finished for #FlashFictionFebruary
So, I have to be up in less than six hours to go to work, so this will be quick.
Woe-Filled Wednesday
12,269 Days Alive
6,419 Books to Read
6 Drawers of Polish Put Away
1 Crying Jag
I was helping Tink and Stephanie unpack and put away some of the boxes from the Boxtopia that the living room currently is this evening. It didn’t go as well as I hope, but we got some things done.
Whirlwind Weekend with Wonderful Weirdos
12,266 Days Alive
6,298 Books to Read
12 Glasses of Water Imbibed
3 Technical Difficulties
2 Annoyed Cats
1 Pocket Dimension Opened Into Boxtopia
1 Game Day to Discuss
1/2 Order of Nachos Eaten
This weekend. I would say that words could not properly describe how this weekend has been… but there gonna, so I shan’t.
Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
Sad, Starry Night
12,247 Days Alive
5,664 Books to Read
208 Books to Read for the 2019 Challenges
10 Nails Wrapped With Stars
1 Sad Memory
Question of the day: what small act of self care do you do when you’re feeling down?
I’m having a rough day, mentally. And physically. Just… sad and tired and run over by my damn menstrual cycle. Give me chocolate, hugs, and a gorram shoulder rub.
It’s been five weeks and I still feel a low-grade twinge of panic, of who died now fear, every time my cell phone rings.
Christmas Day 2018
12,233 Days Alive
3 Weeks Since Daddy’s Passing
2nd Christmas Since We Got Married
1 Massive Panic Attack
I didn’t sleep well last night. Nightmares aplenty. Of illness and heart failure. Of late night calls and of the funeral.
I wasn’t in a very merry mood this morning.
I don’t like Tuesdays anymore
We came home from dinner with Nan to find our youngest cat, Ariadne, dead in the middle of the floor. Her eyes were still open. The boys, Spock and Peanut seem to be fine. But now I’m terrified they’ll pass too.
I fell the hell apart. Full crying panic attack.
My father died two Tuesdays prior to today.
I also broke my glasses just now by tripping and stepping on them.
I’m kind of over December.
Have some pictures of our tiny kitten, Ariadne. May she Rest In Peace.
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