the soliloquy The last couple of weeks has been all about 2024 prep. Getting my stuff together for my planner, starting to get it set up for the next year. I’m a DIY planner girl, loosely based on the bullet journaling method. Premade planners just don’t work for me, so […]
notes I’m nursing a headache from the depths of hell and have been for more than a week. None of my usual tricks are helping. Not even my tried-and-true method of dispensing Metallica, KoRn, and, Rammstein directly into my ears. Yes, that usually works like a charm. But not this […]
from rosé to red So the last twelve hours have been super fun. Last night, after a lovely bowl of phở from Ribs and Broth, I settled in to watch the latest episode of Drag Race Italia with a small purple wine glass of Snoop Dogg’s 19 Crimes Cali Rosé, who […]
tales… I’ve decided I want to live in an reno’d vintage Airstream. This isn’t a totally random thought, but one born of character research for the my next novel. I stumbled across a post by a woman who, with her husband, converted a second Airstream, this one a 31′ Airstream […]
thoughts My morning yoga/stretching sesh sounded like the soundtrack for a Rice Krispies ad today. I was popping in places I don’t think I should be. I always begin with a lot of lower back work, an area that is the source of much of my rather hellish, constant and […]
scattered thoughts After the debacle of the previous night’s sleep (see here), I’d hope to have an extended period of restfulness. I was only semi successful. Instead of every couple of minutes (literally), the hubby managed to keep the shenanigans to 45- to 60-minute intervals. Not great, but better. Either […]
the mayhem I don’t think there’s enough coffee in the world to meet my needs today. I don’t think an IV delivering the most caffeine-jacked version directly into my veins would help. That is what happens when you get less than an hour of sleep in a night. In truth, […]
thoughts I think it’s time to do a wardrobe overhaul. I work from home, so my usual daily uniform is yoga pants/leggings and a T-shirt. Most of which have been deconstructed a bit, since I have a thing about things against my throat. The reason why is a story for […]
words Ick… I just ran across a highly transphobic response to a question of a meme that I used to do on Wednesday. I thought I’d hop in and do it again, but no. I’ve discovered, like much of the interactive blogging world, it’s one largely populated by people who […]
tuesday talk Nothing is more fun than waking up to an email from your ex-husband, who has been your ex for roughly 25 years. This is a man who did not understand the concept of monogamy from almost the very beginning. This is a man who, on our first anniversary, […]