Riff Tracks and Renfield

12,338 Days Alive

5,352 Books on the Kindle

400 Approximate Miles of Driving For Tomorrow

28 Hours Left in 2018

22 Boxes, Bags, and Totes of Yarn in Current Inventory

3 Art Pieces to be Framed

2 Cats Being Jerkfaces

2 Friends Showered worth Belated Yule Gifts

1 Staggered Filet Triangle Shawl Nearly Complete

We did go see Bill6 and J today! Grabbed lunch at Outback, talked NYE plans, and of their most recent adventure.

Their cat, a beautiful bitey bastard of a Russian Grey is named Renfield. I have not taken a picture of him, because he is said bitey bastard.

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Catch-Up, Cooking, and Commiseration

Days Alive: 12,207

Sweet Potatoes Diced: 4

Steps Walked: 3,918

Hours Slept: 2.5

Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 20

Tramadol Taken: 1

Cats Betrayed By Not Sharing Any Chicken Nuggets At All With Them Because I Am a Mean, Mean Mama Who Doesn’t Share Human Food: 3

Things I Forgot Today: 3

I’ve been kinda half-adding posts lately because I’ve just been out of spoons.

Reminder to self: write the damn post on Spoon Theory.

So, I’m exhausted, but I have a cute lady next to me (my Darling Wife), two cats resting on me (butt warmer and foot warmer, respectively), and the prep work done for the potluck tomorrow.

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Sleepy, Sleepy Sunday

Days alive: 12,161

Projects worked on: 4 and counting

Naps taken: 1

Shopping trips completed: 1

Things left to do: so many.

Cliches laughed at: 2

Today has been pretty productive. I’ve been up since 6am or so. Just couldn’t go back to sleep. I keep having dreams that my alarm is going off. It it’s at one or two am, when it isn’t actually going off. It wakes me anyway. Continue reading “Sleepy, Sleepy Sunday”

Sleepy, Sleepy Sunday

Days alive: 12,161

Projects worked on: 4 and counting

Naps taken: 1

Shopping trips completed: 1

Things left to do: so many.

Cliches laughed at: 2

Today has been pretty productive. I’ve been up since 6am or so. Just couldn’t go back to sleep. I keep having dreams that my alarm is going off. It it’s at one or two am, when it isn’t actually going off. It wakes me anyway. Continue reading “Sleepy, Sleepy Sunday”