Tag: postaday

  • Me. Not-so-clean

    Another Friday morning, although it feels a little wrong to say that already. A midweek holiday leaves me feeling not quite right until the Sunday reset. More irritating viruses have invaded our house, fresh for the 2019 season. Coughing, upset stomach and the like, it feels unexpected and yet like it never left. Day 4…

  • December 17th

    December 17th

    More than halfway through the month again. This is the longest I’ve gone without downloading my thoughts in some form or shape. I haven’t blogged, I haven’t journaled. I haven’t really even taken time to jot a quick thought or poem down. Although I enjoy blogging daily, it has taken a backseat to the sheer…

  • December 17th

    December 17th

    More than halfway through the month again. This is the longest I’ve gone without downloading my thoughts in some form or shape. I haven’t blogged, I haven’t journaled. I haven’t really even taken time to jot a quick thought or poem down. Although I enjoy blogging daily, it has taken a backseat to the sheer…

  • Wednesday wonderings

    Only the seventh time I’ve written this month, which means I’m way behind in life in general. On my second course of antibiotics for the old friend who plagued me for most of my childhood years- strep, my nemesis. Even with tonsils out and a recent case, it found me again. I searched for which…

  • Friday night delight?

    Friday night delight?

    I should have know when I woke up to a dark house. At first, I was confused, then I realized the howling wind and the bathroom night light being out were possibly related. Immediately, I went to the source of the most UpToDate information- the town Facebook page. Turns out, it wasn’t just leaving my…

  • Friday night delight?

    Friday night delight?

    I should have know when I woke up to a dark house. At first, I was confused, then I realized the howling wind and the bathroom night light being out were possibly related. Immediately, I went to the source of the most UpToDate information- the town Facebook page. Turns out, it wasn’t just leaving my…

  • Renewed

    Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…

  • Renewed

    Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…

  • Nanowrimo the third

    Nanowrimo the third

    Another November, another goal. Except this year, I’m already bending the rules a little, or a lot, depending on whether you’re a purist or not. Once again, the goal is to write 50,000 words. But I have a slightly different plan this year. I reread my blog from last year, revisiting my goals and was…

  • Halloween 2018

    Halloween 2018

    The excitement made it hard to get them out the door this morning- my ninja, vampire, and Spider-Man. So excited for the trick or treating, they vibrated their way through breakfast, then through the day. When I returned home at the stroke of 5, they were ready to go, daddy dressed as an axe murderer.…