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December 22, 2017 at 11:12PM

Husbean so handsome in his fancy coat. Too busy today to jump his bones, but not too busy to make him blush with Looks. Double bonus: He can wear shawls with this coat. So I can make more shawls!

December 20, 2017 at 02:42PM

Doing the last of my holiday shopping this afternoon. Wish I’d gotten in the road before this started.

Michael has needed new pants for several months, but keeps finding better things to do than pants shopping. He asked for pants for Solstice, and I felt bad about it, because our clothes generally come from household budget, not gifts budget. But after the harrowing icy adventure I went on this afternoon, I’m going to consider the fetching of pants as the actual gift; pants are a byproduct.


December 11, 2017 at 11:00PM

I woke up too early this morning, which at least gave me time to finish book 20 of the 2017 Read Harder challenge.

I’ve been thinking about next year’s Read Harder and I don’t know if I’m going to sign up. I’ll decide after I see the list, but so much of my reading this year felt…joyless. When I was reading books not on the list, there was always this unpleasant feeling that I wasn’t doing what I “should,” and I forced myself to finish several things I wouldn’t have otherwise. Life is too short for that nonsense. I have shelves full of books here in my house, and a neverending flood of good library finds, not to MENtion how easy it is to just pop by Moon Palace on my way home from Better Futures every week. I’m going to find a way to keep stretching outside of my comfort zone while not wasting so much time.


December 06, 2017 at 01:37PM

Couch nest.

Michael didn’t feel well on Sunday and then just before bedtime he was struck down. Norovirus, gastroenteritis, colon weasels, choose your own adventure.  I was fine all day Monday at work, even a little cocky in the afternoon, but I did have a cold and left work about half an hour early when the opportunity presented itself. The roads were icy and traffic was bad which I only mention because the fifteen minute commute turning into a thirty minute drive REALLY FUCKING MATTERED. It’s amazing how quickly this virus strikes. But all things considered I was really lucky. I made it home in time, whereas if I’d stayed until my normal time at work I might never have made it home. (At least it felt that way.)

Michael was still sick, though he did his best to take care of me. Target’s online ordering was no help. It would have been so great; order online, pickup at the counter, home in fifteen minutes. But he got there to pick it up and they said “oh, it’ll be another two hours.” HOW IS THAT HELPFUL? Then they wouldn’t let him cancel the order – he ended up having to call our credit card company to stop the charge. While he was sick, poor man. (All of my sympathy is retroactive, I was too busy begging myself to stop fighting and throw up already.) At one point I was pacing and crying in the hallway and had to basically banish Michael from my presence. He wanted so badly to help, but I had to be alone with my misery.

The worst of the attack was over just after four in the morning, a round ten hours of digestive catastrophe. It took days to recover to vague human function, and I still can’t drink coffee for some reason. I would not want to live like this for long, and I have a new sympathy for sufferers of dysentery, cholera, and the like.

I try to be grateful for something different about my body every day. There’s nothing like being reminded of how bad things can get to make you remember to appreciate the little things.


November 19, 2017 at 11:37PM

Michael and I spent the better part of the day shopping for Thanksgiving. Finally have a reason to plug in the deep freeze! …

I was overcome with gratitude when we were done. A kitchen full of food, a full spice rack, an adorable house, an amazing spouse, work and volunteering that make me feel useful, tarot study, a healthy mom, a garden, a fulfilling craft, cats, friends, financial security, yarn – and to top it all off, my body hasn’t required ibuprofen in five days. It seems when I wasn’t looking, all my dreams came true. ((Quiet, you. I’ll worry about politics and the state of the world again in the morning.))

My sister Michelle and her partner Gary are flying up from Florida for the holiday. We usually alternate years, and it’s our turn to join them this year, but they are amazing and lovely humans who understand our desire to be in our new house (!) for its first Thanksgiving. We will definitely be making extra sweet potatoes and jello salad to say thank you.


November 04, 2017 at 12:06AM

Haircut at Moxie tonight. Resa was excellent, and gave me “the fanciest of hairs” because I needed cheering up. (We had our identities stolen today, and already three new accounts have been attempted. Silver lining: If they fuck up our credit, it’s not like they can take back our mortgage!)

October 28, 2017 at 08:43PM

Cider flight at @townhallbrewery. Happy 20th anniversary to them, AND to me and Michael.

I was unpleasantly reminded how low my alcohol tolerance is on this keto diet. One and a half of these little glasses and I was so drunk I had myself half of a panic attack. It was delightfully amusing before the anxiety kicked in, and at least I’m cheap!