Thought Salad

Tag: tired

  • Genie in a bottle

    Genie in a bottle

    The winds of change are in the air today. We had nice weather today, with the sun actually warming my shoulders through the window as I drove. It felt like I drove all day, in between work, appointments, and meetings. I planned my day like a general, Marching into battle, Every minute accounted for until…

  • Soft repose

    Soft repose

    Sometimes I wonder how it was I got so lucky in life A wonderful job, amazing friends who’ve touched my life, A husband I love and family I get along with and enjoy. But anytime I begin to fret that life isn’t quite what it should be Or that I haven’t achieved what I set…

  • A light in the dark

    A light in the dark

    Some days you roll over on the wrong side, Step out of bed a crank Wonder why you bothered at all When fate gives your life a yank Some day’s are worse than others Some weeks never seem to end Today was one that was endless When I really could have used a friend But…

  • Flip side

    Flip side

    Today was an exercise in extremes. I spent the morning solitary, Writing to my hearts content. In my head, on my own, the freedom of my thoughts Uninterrupted Then noon struck, And Cinderella returned from the ball In order to deplete the wild energy of my young, I ran them hard at the Telus spark…

  • Lucky day

    Lucky day

    Friday the thirteenth has always been a lucky day for me. I guess when I set the bar as not being burnt at the stake a good day for a Friday the 13th, it’s relatively easy to be happy. I had a short day at work, which allowed some errands to be done and then…

  • Cabin fever, April 12th

    Cabin fever, April 12th

    So, it snowed again. The level of dispair at work was palpable as people walked in, sad faces shining with flecks of snow, coats soaked with the bitterness of winter, as it hangs on longer than expected or desired. But at home, The situation is dire. Cabin fever runs wild with the animals, er, children…

  • Daydreaming

    Daydreaming

    The rush of the wind on my face, The spray of salt on the sun The froth is the water swirls around my feet Finally, my work is done Every day I tell myself this is it, I’ll take a break, a vacation, for real But instead I continue, head down, Shoulder hard against the…

  • A moment of Monday

    A moment of Monday

    Another Monday has flown by. I’m not sure if they were designed by a cruel god, or planned by a hyper squirrel in a tree somewhere who laughs maniacally as they watch people rush around. I jumped from one thing to the next, trying to remember what I was forgetting. It was one of those…

  • The tantrum

    The tantrum

    Another family day, but this one was slightly derailed by a cold. Once again, the little man was up from about 2 am onwards with that horrible itchy cough that always portends a wonderful day ahead. We got up for the day by 430, as sleeping through his coughing is hard for me, and impossible…

  • Living the dream

    Living the dream

    I’m right in the inchoate stage of a novel at the moment. It’s occupying my every thought while I’m driving, or watching tv. It occupies every second when I’m not actively thinking or doing something else. I wish I had more time that I could devote to getting my words on paper. That I could…