Ah, Spring is..springing. I guess.
Had a bad bout of... I guess sinus infection might cover it, along with a flulike reaction and chills/fever yadayadayada. At any rate, laid low for a few days. Didn't leave the house until yesterday (4th day in). Guess I really needed the rest. Now the arthritis in my knees is killing me. I cannot get comfortable. Or walk, really. And all the NSAIDs I've been taking are beginning to adversely affect my stomach, which isn't helping when it comes to wanting to take more pain pills.
I need a new me. Outside me. I'm okay with the inside me.
On the other hand, I did manage, eventually, to get some reading done - the first few days it hurt to concentrate. But I've finished The Name of the Wind AND A Wise Man's Fear, AND The Martian (highly recommended, by the way - fun and easy read and the science doesn't get in the way of the narrative.) and am starting on The Night Circus. So far, it reminds me a bit of Ray Bradbury.I haven't read enough to decide if that's in a good way or not.
I realized, thanks to Facebook, that Pippa is 5 1/2 years old. wow. How the time has flown. I can't imagine being without her.
You know how you write something in your head that is perfect; deep, pithy and wildly fluid in language? And then you get around to the actual page and everything is gone? I had another of those moments a few days ago. It was really well done, and if I had just sat down and scribbled it out on something, I would have been happy, just because it was something I wanted to say and it was well-said. My friend Jill says she gets a lot of her songs started while she cleans house - I wish I had her attention/retention abilities. Drives me crazy.
Part of the reason I mention this is because I seem to think that this journal should be more than Facebook or Twitter updates. It has more potential to be... meaningful, I guess, although most people will never get to read the true and honest things I may write. I've learned THAT lesson.
Ah, well. It's getting a bit late and I still have laundry and after-dinner clean-up to do before I make a run at getting to work tomorrow. Although I kept getting texts while I was out sick anyway. I mean, I've answered work texts while in the examining room at the doctor's office. Always available, that's me.
And Pippa's telling me that I have to spend some time with her.
I need a new me. Outside me. I'm okay with the inside me.
On the other hand, I did manage, eventually, to get some reading done - the first few days it hurt to concentrate. But I've finished The Name of the Wind AND A Wise Man's Fear, AND The Martian (highly recommended, by the way - fun and easy read and the science doesn't get in the way of the narrative.) and am starting on The Night Circus. So far, it reminds me a bit of Ray Bradbury.I haven't read enough to decide if that's in a good way or not.
I realized, thanks to Facebook, that Pippa is 5 1/2 years old. wow. How the time has flown. I can't imagine being without her.
You know how you write something in your head that is perfect; deep, pithy and wildly fluid in language? And then you get around to the actual page and everything is gone? I had another of those moments a few days ago. It was really well done, and if I had just sat down and scribbled it out on something, I would have been happy, just because it was something I wanted to say and it was well-said. My friend Jill says she gets a lot of her songs started while she cleans house - I wish I had her attention/retention abilities. Drives me crazy.
Part of the reason I mention this is because I seem to think that this journal should be more than Facebook or Twitter updates. It has more potential to be... meaningful, I guess, although most people will never get to read the true and honest things I may write. I've learned THAT lesson.
Ah, well. It's getting a bit late and I still have laundry and after-dinner clean-up to do before I make a run at getting to work tomorrow. Although I kept getting texts while I was out sick anyway. I mean, I've answered work texts while in the examining room at the doctor's office. Always available, that's me.
And Pippa's telling me that I have to spend some time with her.