Well, last weekend I successfully spent tons of time just taking care of myself.  I let myself get extra sleep, let myself let go of my commitment to bake ridiculously time consuming bread for my classmates, did a small amount of kitchen clean up, read, watched TV on DVD.  I went and spent some time browsing at New Renaissance bookstore (a very, ( Read more... )

Spring is here early this year and we have been blessed this week by tons of wonderful sun.  Tress are blossoming, buds opening, pod covers dropping, everything is beginning it journey towards a riot of spring color.  I hope that we don't get another freeze that comes, as this is a few weeks earlier than usual for the trees to be flowering like ( Read more... )

Hard emotional morning, old stuff mostly, triggered by discussions of new stuff.  Many questions.

Physically not fun this morning.  Cramps suck.

Work is crazy busy this morning.  Juggling and balancing and attempting to get fuzzed brain to work semi-properly.

Well, it has been a crazy few weeks here. My supposed Christmas letters are going to become the New Year's letter, or perhaps the New Year letter, arriving after the first ( Read more... )

It is near the end of the day and I am cranky. It is finally warm at work in the last hour, which probably is due to the air circulation cutting off. It is getting stuffy. I got far too little sleep, having gone out for drinks with a friend, which then became dinner, browsing at Powell's, more drinks, and talking until 11 something, at which ( Read more... )

It is sunny and bright today, crisp, clear, and cold (for Portland). I biked in to work this morning. That always puts me in such a good mood. It is lovely. It left me with a weird combination of cheery and feeling funky ( Read more... )

So I am off to a trip with some friends this weekend and hopefully I can handle it and it goes alright. I could not get to sleep last night, so I, in true avoidant fashion, watched movies. Because when you are so tired you fall asleep as you hit the pillow you aren't left with that time right before sleep where things feel so close. But said ( Read more... )

De-integration is hard.

The mind may be distracted, the soul rarely.  It keeps to its own rhythm.

I feel a bit stagnant.  I want something that I am passionate about going on.  I want to sit up late talking with my s.o. for hours and feeling so close and fabulous like we used to all the time.  I want to feel like I have something interesting and maybe important to say.  I love the cats dearly, but my conversation is largely of banalities lately ( Read more... )