Well, I made it.
It wasn’t always pretty, and it didn’t even go according to the plan. My “thirty in thirty” turned into “thirty in forty-four”, but hey, it was greater consistency than before. And I think that was the goal.
For the moment, I bid you “good night”. All the best, my friends…
Well, it hasn’t looked exactly like THAT, but today is a free day for our whole household… and we’ve been waiting for it!
You know those stretches of days where the pace picks up, time seems to be constantly too little, lists get longer, unforeseen circumstances pop up (usually in bunches), and the whole little cycle just gets spinning faster and faster…
That was the ride… and it was time to get off!
So here we sit for a day: On solid ground, unplugging a bit, slowing down as much as possible.
Sure, I’d take that beach chair, but I’m pretty grateful for what I’ve got right at this moment.
All the best to you today…
As I was finishing lunch today, my lovely wife told me that there was an opened box of Toffifee chocolates in the cupboard with only one left inside.
I’d never heard such craziness. Absolute nonsense!
And someone had to put to an end to it.
Now.
Just for some context…
I’m of the mindset that Toffifee was dropped directly from heaven on to the earth. It was given as a sort of “seal”… you know, a sign of the good things yet to come!
Anyway, I opened the box with my eyes tuned to finding that lone treasure as quickly as possible. Imagine my delight to see that this solo was actually a duet!
So with a high-five, I declared…
JACKPOT!
CHA-CHING!
It’s THAT kind of week!
Flying by the seat of pants…
Making it up as one goes…
Simply surviving…
Choose your idiom–that’s these days.
And that’s all I’ve got at this moment.
Too early for blogging.
Let’s keep this simple.
THAT is what I’m supposed to look like.
No, not orange and hairy.
And not like a fox.
Sleeping.
4:30… I’m up. I become intrigued by the feeling of my head pulsing.
Intrigued shifts to annoyed.
Pulsing head hurts.
Go away, pulsing head.
Ibuprofen, don’t fail me now.
Stupid pill.
Head keeps pulsing.
Pulsing head drives sleepy body out of bed.
Sleepy body envies sleeping fox.
Stupid blog post is born.