In which a late-night temperature read sparks a whirlwind…
Life
Blursday, I think.
Welcome to mood swing central, where flour no longer exists.
Day 24. Two dozen days.
Two dozen days, and at least as many trains of thought.
Day 23. Here we are. We are here!
Some pics and commentary from the last six months. Please to enjoy.
Day 21. Halved and doubled.
Shared sorrow is halved; shared joy is doubled. Food is food but good cooking makes me happy.
Day 20. The real one.
An easy night.
Day 20. Practically Normal.
Normal, hell! How about a mixtape for your idiot dancing pleasure?
Hey 19. (I don’t like Steely Dan, but can’t resist wordplay.)
I’m as scattered as a shake of celery salt. But at least as flavorful!
Day Sebenteen. No change.
Me and Dad, I love him 17 billion percent.
Day What? Not so sweet 16.
Bad sleep, no blogging, and a day without either meditating quietly OR jumping around like a goofy idiot have taken their toll. I wanted to start this blog before I did all the right stuff, to see if by the time I finish it, I'm feeling any better. Because right now I...