Thought Salad

Tag: postaday

  • On the precipice of sleep

    On the precipice of sleep

    Gentle exhales greet my ears; Whistles, grunts, and snores. Above and beside me, The sounds of life abound From the children I adore Although the day was full, A break from stress and toil, It is the simple things which most Ease the weary soul I close my eyes and drift away, Listening as life’s…

  • On the precipice of sleep

    On the precipice of sleep

    Gentle exhales greet my ears; Whistles, grunts, and snores. Above and beside me, The sounds of life abound From the children I adore Although the day was full, A break from stress and toil, It is the simple things which most Ease the weary soul I close my eyes and drift away, Listening as life’s…

  • The baby of the family

    The baby of the family

    One-third of the way through another month and things are going alright so far. The bloom not entirely off my resolutions, or goals, as I prefer to call them, I’m dressed for a run and even motivated to shoot for an increase in my distance this am. My little large-tonsiled snorer may have some say…

  • The baby of the family

    The baby of the family

    One-third of the way through another month and things are going alright so far. The bloom not entirely off my resolutions, or goals, as I prefer to call them, I’m dressed for a run and even motivated to shoot for an increase in my distance this am. My little large-tonsiled snorer may have some say…

  • Early morning rush

    Early morning rush

    It happens every day, at least, every weekday. First I wake up early, requiring a minimum of one hour before I feel capable of coping with the world at large. Coffee by now, no longer just an excuse but a requirement. I think back, to a land before children. When six am seemed impossibly early.…

  • 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…