14,684 Days Alive
8 Hours, 50 Minutes Working By Myself
7 More Jobs Applied For
My coworker Nina was out sick today. It was overwhelming.
Tomorrow will be better, right?
Take your meds, folks.
Of Overworked and Optimism
Tag: Just another Tuesday
First of Spooktober 2019!
12,513 Days Alive
It’s the first of Spooktober! A time of year to be crafty, witchy, and get ready for the changing seasons… we’ll, so much as they change in Florida.
Continue reading “First of Spooktober 2019!”Dream, Down, Delightful Downpours, and Dear Friends
12,303 Days Alive
6,619 Books to Read
14 Days Till My Psych Appointment
13 Weeks Since Daddy Died
12 Books Read So Far This Year
6 Days Since I’ve Touched a Book
1 Gifted Pizza
I need to get back into the swing of reading. I’m kind of completely lacking as of late. Just haven’t… even in the midst of mania can’t be bothered.
Continue reading “Dream, Down, Delightful Downpours, and Dear Friends”
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.
Terribly Tired Tuesday
12,254 Days Alive
5,702 Books to Read
3 Loads of Laundry Done
2 Hours Slept
1 Very Grumpy Me
Question of the day: what do you use to help you get through the day after a rotten night’s sleep?
I’m exhausted to the point of pain. But I am also accomplished.
In Transit and Transition
Days Alive: 12,219
Planes to Catch: 2
Days in Austin: 6
Days Since Daddy Died: 7
I’m about to board and have no idea if there will be any flight delays, so I’m doing a quick entry now.
The flight to Austin has a stop in Houston, so I won’t be back on the ground for good until at least 10:30pm Central Time.
In Transit and Transition
Days Alive: 12,219
Planes to Catch: 2
Days in Austin: 6
Days Since Daddy Died: 7
I’m about to board and have no idea if there will be any flight delays, so I’m doing a quick entry now.
The flight to Austin has a stop in Houston, so I won’t be back on the ground for good until at least 10:30pm Central Time.
Friday Flavored Tuesday
Days Alive: 12,199
Days Worked This Week: 2
Words Left to Write: so many!
Things Planned Tomorrow: 3
To Do List: not too bad?
Holiday Decorations Hung: 29 angels, 2 wreaths, and a bunch of Christmas ornaments
Photo heavy post!
Man, I worked three days this week. My new work schedule runs Saturday to Friday, so it was Saturday, yesterday, and today.
Relative Disquiet
Days alive: 12,191
Words Written for NaNoWriMo: 0
Words Left to Write: still 32,956
Rows Left in Shawl Main Segment: 17
I should be working on my NaNovel right now. But hell if I can get my brain to focus.
Curry, Chinese, and Chuckling
Days Alive: 12,184
Word Count for NaNoWriMo: 13,765
Words Left to Write: 36,235
Crochet Projects Left at Home: 1
New Things Learned: SO MANY
Phone Calls Answered: 12
Meals with Loved Ones: 2
I will make this brief as I am utterly exhausted. I’m still having trouble sleeping. Between body pain, insomnia, the unexpectedly large amount of walking I do at the new adventure, and various cats singing the song of their people at all hours of the night, I am beyond kaput.
Clingy Headaches, Car Wash, Change, and Cat-Riddled Crochet
Days alive: 12,170
Crochet projects worked on: 1
Car washes gone through: 1
Shadow headache/secondary migraine: 1
Lotto tickets bought: 0 because I forgot, but my Darling Wife bought one.
Days until NaNoWriMo: 8 days and counting!
I woke up at four am again, got up at five thirty to take a shower before my appointment at one pm today. I hate difficult appointments, but this one went better than I thought it may have. Still didn’t get enough sleep. Continue reading “Clingy Headaches, Car Wash, Change, and Cat-Riddled Crochet”
Orchids and Overly-productive
Days alive: 12,155
Words written: 2,045
Bright gold jacket bought: 1
Hours lipstick has stayed: 11 and counting
The orchids in the backyard is blooming something fierce. They’re a lovely color I am pretty sure my hair has been at some point.
It’s pretty. I need pretty things in my life right now. I’m feeling quite awful mentally. As to why I’m not quite sure.
Down the Rabbit Hole: Day One.
Days Alive: 12,142.
Pain Number: 4
Hours Slept: 4
Number of unnecessary notebooks purchased today: 1
Chicken nuggets eaten: 19 (I dropped one.)
Days Since Diagnosis: 0
I’m not doing great today. I’m not cheerful. I’m not well rested or ecstatic to be alive.
I got a diagnosis today that I hate. Not cancer. I guess I can be glad about that. And it’s likely the answer to the issues I’ve been having since I have been old enough to know I’ve had problems. Finally having a name possible name for the jabberwocky on my back is an interesting sensation.
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