Could be worse…

Could be raining. It’s been about five years since the last time I had an actual cold. Coincidentally, it’s also been five years since I’ve had a job. I don’t want to jump to conclusions over here, but I think the two could possibly be related. Bob has had a number of colds in varied severity in all that time, but somehow I managed to avoid catching them. Until this one. Apparently in my hiatus,… Keep reading…Could be worse…

Turning day to night…

At a recent doctor appointment, Bob went with me and accompanied me into the actual appointment. The tech asked, “Who’s this you’re bringing with you?” I told her he was my husband. She smiled and said something to the effect of, “Oh okay! He just looks so young. I had to make sure he wasn’t your son. I don’t think you want your son in on this appointment.” Record scratch. ‘Scuse me? My son? I… Keep reading…Turning day to night…

How many days in a year…

I think nine out of ten “follows” I get on Twitter are spam accounts. The tenth is usually some random business with an auto-follow bot running scripts on keywords that I happened to use in a tweet. Keywords that, in the context of my tweet, have absolutely nothing to do with their business. Or it’s some musician/band I’ve never heard, claiming to be similar to a musician or band that I have heard of and… Keep reading…How many days in a year…

Let it all come out…

Every time I write about writing, I spend a ridiculous amount of time reading and rereading the post looking for reasons not to post it. I start and stop and tab out to another website, or another program entirely, and wait another day or two before reading the post again. It’s a very choppy, ADHD-esque process. I do a lot of the same starting and stopping and tabbing out to other screens when I’m writing… Keep reading…Let it all come out…