Day 469: The Morning Quickie
Already starting to run late - typical Monday. Bizzy day ahead. Bizzy week, for that matter. I suppose I had more energy in those days, being younger 'n' all, but I truly don't know how I kept up with things when the kids were home, I was workin... Read more
Day 468: The Morning Quickie
Food for thought...
I'm ruminating this morning on a cartoon I saw a few days ago. It has returned to my thoughts at odd moments, I suppose as my subconscious mulls it over:
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Day 467: The Morning Quickie
It's all about the D-words today: de-clutter, de-cide, de-tach, de-stress, de-ssert... oh, wait, not that last. But otherwise it's de-finitely a D-Day. Haha.
Off to go and Do (see? another D-word). L8R. Maybe.
Have a good'un, Sparkler... Read more
Day 466: The Morning Quickie
And it's indeed a quick one this AM - people coming to look at the house at 10 AM (on a Friday, yet - we're probably the first in a long chain for them of three days of viewings) so I need to go and do.
But I didn't want to leave you withou... Read more
Day 465: Five Years
Today is one of those milestone events, of sorts - it's five years to the day since I joined Spark.
Many chunks of my life encompass five years, but none of them feels as short as these five years. Part of that whole time-flies business as ... Read more
Day 464: The Morning Quickie
The internet is the most amazing* system to me. I still can't quite believe that of an instant I can be in touch with people around the world.
*The word "amazing" is becoming as overused as the word "magical" - I wince every time I hear it.... Read more
Day 463B: AM Follow-Up
I don't - for a change - have anything to chatter about, but if I had a knack for poetry or songwriting, I would write a paean of praise to The Coffee Bean.
Since no muse has come calling, I'll steal something. I found this:
Caffeine i... Read more
Day 463: The Morning Quickie
This morning is the quarterly HbA1c. I don't think it's typically fasting, in and of itself, but because it's combined with functions (i.e., kidney / liver) and serves as a cholesterol / triglyceride reading, it's fasting...
You know how I ... Read more
Day 462: The Morning Quickie
I meant to do this yesterday, but got sidetracked so early on that I completely forgot.
The daylight hours have noticeably increased - you may recall I've pointed out (probably several times) how few hours there are between sunrise and suns... Read more
Day 461: The Morning Quickie
On the mend - slowly, slowly. But it's all good.
Full slate today: housework to catch up on; a butternut squash that's calling to be turned into "Squashed Macaroni 'n' Cheese"; ironing (I enjoy ironing when it's cold, as it warms my hands)... Read more
Day 460: The Morning Quickie
I know, this too shall pass, but I'm definitely just slogging through the day here.
I love my morning coffee, but at this stage, I can't really taste it. Let's just hope the caffeine does what I need the caffeine to do.
You know what S... Read more
Day 459: The Morning Quickie
Much to do today, as I function through the cold - makes everything take three times longer. At least, it feels like three times longer. Maybe it's just because I walk around with kleenex stuffed up my nose.
Himself did fine with the grocer... Read more
Day 458: The Morning (Super) Quickie
Stuff to do - as always - but today I'm doing it through a massive headcold. Yuck-o. I'm such an impatient patient.
So I'm off to do what must be done, and postpone those things that aren't absolutely necessary. It's grocery day, but so lon... Read more
Day 458: The Morning Quickie
Well, everything's happened at once this year, hasn't it? Chinese New Year... Mardi Gras... Valentine's Day... Presidents' Day.
That last doesn't fly at our house. To my mind, Lincoln and Washington each get their own days. As do mothers, f... Read more
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Day 457: Shrove Tuesday
Fasnacht Day... Mardi Gras... Fat Tuesday... Pancake Day. Call it what you will, it's THE signal to indulge.
I lived in Southcentral PA (think: Pennsylvania Dutch) where fasnachts ruled. Fried pieces of dough, really, is all they are. And ... Read more