13,266 Days Alive
I’m tired. Suffice it to say that today was a good day.
Continue reading “Of Cider and Celebration”Of Cider and Celebration
Tag: Spock the cat
Of Heat and Headaches
13,264 Days Alive
86 Degrees in the Apartment
The a/c unit is on the fritz again. It’s almost ninety in here. Ugh.
Continue reading “Of Heat and Headaches”Of Traveling and Tiredness
13,260 Days Alive
120+ Miles Driven Today
1 Accidental Nap
Well, I metaphorically crashed like a rock into a pond when I got home today from Grandma Gator’s place. I dropped Cousin Kay off at home and then went home for some Spock cuddles.
Continue reading “Of Traveling and Tiredness”Of Packages and Problems
13,256 Days Alive
I’m exhausted and I was gone from 7:30a.m. to 6:30 p.m. today, so I will keep this brief.
Continue reading “Of Packages and Problems”Of Mold and Minds
13,255 Days Alive
I tried to have a sandwich for dinner today. It didn’t work out. The damned unopened lunch meat had fuzzy green and black mold on it. Which is both gross and disappointing.
Continue reading “Of Mold and Minds”Of Goals and Goodbyes
13,250 Days Alive
I’m feeling sad tonight. I don’t quite know why. I feel like some things have slipped through my fingers, lately.
Maybe I’m working too much overtime and I’m just burnt out?
Continue reading “Of Goals and Goodbyes”Of Weariness and Weekends
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.
Of Glue and Good Friends
13,248 Days Alive
12.5 Rows into Fen’s Rainbow Round Ripple Blanket
2 New To Me Lended Hot Glue Guns
I don’t know what kind of crafter I am that I am just now venturing into hot-glue territory. I’m making commissioned wreathes for the holiday season and I’ve not used a hot glue in in… recent memory.
Like maybe more than a decade?
Continue reading “Of Glue and Good Friends”Of Chimichangas and Change
13,242 Days Alive
1 Chimichanga Eaten
Let me start off with the positive: thanks to the kindness of certain people, I am able to buy cat food and groceries. And the date with Cleo went well, though I learned that Taco Bus’ chairs are fantastically uncomfortable.
Continue reading “Of Chimichangas and Change”Of Schmear and Stress
13,239 Days Alive
755 Days Straight on Duolingo
1 Everything Bagel Eaten
I got to see the Gator side of the family today! Aunt and Uncle Gator, Jay and Kay (my cousins), and Grandma Gator! Aunt Gator’s Mom, grandma Bee was also there. It was a great time.
Continue reading “Of Schmear and Stress”Of Dinner and Deadlands
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”Of Tuna and Trembling
13,237 Days Alive
I had one too many cups of coffee today. Or I felt effects of having forgotten my morning medicine. Either way, today sucked and all I could keep down for lunch was a single pack of garlic and herb tuna.
Continue reading “Of Tuna and Trembling”Of Panic and Pastries
13,236 Days Alive
I have a love of oatmeal cream pies that defies explanation. I hate oatmeal, on the whole. The texture, the smell, whatever. But oatmeal cream pies? Yum!
Continue reading “Of Panic and Pastries”
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