Friday Fhoughts: Jan. 29, 2021

See, what happened was *gestures wildly all around with my mini American flag* and that set me back as I took time to recover. January 6’s insurrection was exhausting then saddening then maddening, all leading to curling up again in the super soft blankie for days, then time warped until January 20, then hope! BIG sighs of relief! The narcissist is gone. So, too, then the daily triggers reminiscent of past experiences. Oh, how I enjoy boring government press briefings that could put a sloth to sleep and not checking the news every five minutes to make sure a nuclear attack isn’t starting because someone’s tiny feelings got hurt. I’m calm and relax-y and I think, “I miss my blog!” so I sign into WordPress and…. *faints*…. my last post was January 5. I was just saying last night to someone how I feel like somehow a week or two disappeared into the ether — are they in a lost and found box somewhere?

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Friday Fhoughts: Nov. 20, 2020

My breath appears before my eyes when I step outside to view the night sky. (The rhyming was not planned.) The leaves are just about gone. The chill increases on the daily. Autumn begins to give way to winter. My six months of glee is almost half over (big fan of the colder months, you know). My warmest I’m-the-Michelin-Man jacket came out of the closet twice this week. Haven’t found the gloves that match my rainbow scarf yet. They’re around here somewhere…

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Friday Fhoughts: Nov. 13, 2020

A third of a year has gone by since I last typed on these “pages.” Apparently, that was ample time for y’all to bitch to WordPress enough to get the classic editor embedded in a block or some nonsense. I’m typing in a “classic” “block” and it’s like old times.

Since July, I’ve been hibernating, as one does, due to the pandemic and also, hello, natural state of being. Having a potentially fatal illness diagnosed on all humanity has been a swell time for reevaluating (silver lining, you know). Much time has been spent on goals, writing, reclaiming, and chillaxing. This hermit crab spent mucho hours in her shell and it’s been a gift.

Poking my head out again, finally. HI! How are you?

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