13,249 Days Alive
765 Days Straight on Duolingo
I didn’t get home until after six this evening. Mr. Spock was quite upset at the lateness of his dinner. But if I want to catch up, as well as knock out the forty-five minute training as I did, staying late is a necessity.
I also have to go in by seven-thirty tomorrow morning. So I’m for bed here shortly.
I’m too burnt out to read. I wanted to get another chapter of The Talented Mr. Ripley read this evening, but my brain was having none of it.
And as for crafting? My hands hurt too much to crochet further. I’m gonna do one of the aftercare things Reffie taught me for my hands and take some anti-inflammatory meds.
So I guess that’s it. I’m going to bed and praying the weekend comes quickly.
Take your meds, folks.
13,238 Days Alive
5782 Jewish Years
1 Planned Bagel Consumption Planned For Tomorrow
Today was a lovely day. Cleo, formerly referred to as Rose, came over and gamed with us today; us being Bill6, J, and Gwen!
Continue reading “Of Dinner and Deadlands”
13,233 Days Alive
1 Finished Buffalo Plaid Blanket!
Oh man, I finally finished Papa Tom’s Buffalo Plaid Blanket!
Now I have to make his hat.
Continue reading “Of Achievement and Aggravation”
14,058 Days Alive
5 Hours of Sleep
3 Orders of Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes Eaten
No, not the Frozen Elsa, I mean the damned storm that rattled the windows all night with massive gusts of wind. Lost sleep over it.
Continue reading “Of Exhaustion and Elsa”
14,001 Days Alive
620 Days Straight on Duolingo
The humidity is hell on my hair lately. I usually ride with the windows down in the morning, but it makes me look like I ran through a wind tunnel so I have to use the AC on my ride in to work.
Continue reading “Of Fries and Frizz”
13,099 Days Alive
Today was Mother’s Day in the US. It’s a holiday I quite rightfully have complicated feelings with. So I ignored it, slept in until after nine a.m. after getting up at six to feed Spock. And just generally chilled at home.
Continue reading “Of Homebodies and Humdrum”
13,063 Days Alive
3 New Diagnoses
2 Adjustments to Medication
1 Doctor Appointment
Today was… a train wreck. I didn’t finish anything that I wanted to at work, barely got to touch my calls. I’m so frustrated. The system kept going down today and it just killed my ability to get things done.
Continue reading “Of Medicine and Malfunctioning Technologies”
13,057 Days Alive
I’m still in emotional turmoil. Death, mental disasters, and work stress have made a perfect storm of absolute fuckery that has me exhausted.
Continue reading “Of Ramen and Reality”
13,055 Days Alive
1,000+ Entries Written Since PostmarkWonderland’s Inception
87 Days into 2021
7 Books Behind Schedule
5 of 52 Books Read for 2021
Today has been a long day. I woke up, out of habit, at six a.m., as if to feed the dear Mister Spock. But I was able to go back to sleep for about ninety minutes, so I got another sleep cycle in.
Continue reading “Of Books and Bluster”
12,985 Days Alive
779 Words Written Today
Spent the day with darling Reffie today. Even got some writing done.
Continue reading “Of Tenacity and Tarot”
12,984 Days Alive
So, Fen bought us Korean BBQ for dinner tonight. I tried kimchi. I wasn’t a fan. But I loved the bulgogi beef they had.
Continue reading “Of Bulgogi and Books”
12,983 Days Alive
64 Books to Read (52+12)
3 Episodes of River Monsters Watched
2 Reading Challenges
1 Double Dose of Caffeine Pills
I often make the joke that I am more “ish” than I am Jewish. It’s literally true, at least according to Ancestry.com’s results.
Anyway, how does that relate to a reading challenge? I’ll explain: one of my goals for 2021 is to read fifty two books this year. That breaks down to one a week…ish. I have a tendency to read in fits. So, it’s the -ish Challenge. A book a week-ish.
Continue reading “The -ish and Analog Reading Challenges : 2021”
12,982 Days Alive
2 Plates of Nachos
1 Finished Book
There’s always something a little jarring about finishing reading a book. Detaching one’s self from the fictional world and stepping back into the “real” world.
Continue reading “Of Mermaids and Melancholy”