Stick Season
Greetings and salutations, friends. This post has been a long time coming. And quite a time it’s been! I fell off a tightrope without a net, metaphorically speaking, but I think we’re back in business. I’m picking myself up, one piece at a time.
Working Too Hard Can Give You a Heart Attack
We’re getting out. We have a plan. We’re moving forward. We’re moving out!!!! FINALLY. (Cue Billy Joel)
Oh, what a month(ish) it has been. Between finding out I signed up for the world’s worst health insurance company ever, to having still more setbacks on our house hunt, we finally have a concrete game plan and we are getting OUT OF HERE. (And then they ate Sir Robin’s minstrels.)
You Might Roll Your Eyes At This
It’s a new year. Lots to do. Life to live.
I'm Getting Tired Even For a Phoenix
It was like something out of a Roadrunner & Wile E. Coyote cartoon, honestly, it was almost funny. (God, I wish there had been an Acme rocket launcher.)
You Just Don't Argue Anymore
Silent Explosions in My Mind
Happy Fall! Fall always feels happier and more comforting somehow. And it’s more than the upcoming spooky season. It’s the Renaissance Festival and my wedding anniversary and a lot of happy happy birthdays and colder weather and the leaves changing color and typically the end to so much pressure in my head. So many “silent explosions in my mind”. (thank you Spanish Love Songs!) Colder weather means less pressure on my sinuses. And I'm not sure how much longer I can handle the pressure. (but that’s a different band and a different song…)