I loaf and invite my soul – but only if the article that caught my eye is prefaced with a probable time commitment that fits into my tightly-scheduled day. Estimated Reading Time: 4 min I check my color-blocked dual-indexed triple-prioritized daybook. I might be able to read the piece...
365 Days of Mirth
Day 35: Drain Strain
I married Husband because he’s smarter than I am. I like that in a person. Sons #1 and #2 are smarter than I am, too. Or will be, once they finish figuring things out. That pleases me as well. It’s trivial things that don’t please me. Things that don’t...
Day 34: Yesterday Came Suddenly
The sky this morning is astonishingly pretty, pastel pink and baby blue – colors I despise except on rare winter mornings when a full moon is setting over the mountains and the cold bare trees are sparkling with a layer snow. I stop swearing as I scrape ice off...
Day 33: Feets Don’t Fail Me Now
“Have you tried giving up gluten?” asks the nurse from occupational health. After all, every modern health issue traces its roots back to the grains we’ve been surviving on since the dawn of time. We’re discussing Achilles tendonitis. In the year and a half that I’ve been hobbled, I’d...
Day 32: Don’t Tread On Me
It took a lot of effort to send out chain letters back in the hoary days before email. You had to actually go somewhere and pay to have copies made – there were no scanners or personal printers (yes, I’m that old). Then, real envelopes had to be hand-addressed...