So here we are, the first last Friday of the year, and time for #AccountaClub! For the new arrivals, AccountaClub is where we talk about our goals and how they’re going, and in 2020, it’s happening on the last Friday of every month.
Goals for me were medium this month. I did some editing, but not enough; I was largely derailed by this cold that is gaining ferocity daily. It’s a tricky one.
I did start doing some freelancing for Rantt Media, it seems that the political writing is going to flood out of me no matter what, I might as well lean into it.
Fitness-wise, my goal is to do five Daily Burn workouts a week, and I got all my workouts in, despite the cold. I’m particularly proud of that, this week it was very difficult, but I modified as necessary and didn’t push too hard. I think that’s a good life lesson, as forward motion is forward motion.
I sound exactly like a frog today. If a frog could talk and we all know some can. I’d like to think I have a more varied vocabulary than most frogs, but with the internet, who knows.
We’re still in gray today, it doesn’t look like that’s changing any time soon, but I don’t think it’s going to snow or rain.
Just be gray. How fitting.
I’m trying to tell this virus what’s what, but it seems it doesn’t want to listen. How dare it. Aside from no voice, I have a cough, but otherwise, I’ve felt worse. Not that I’m sending out any invitations.
I guess I’m not that chatty today, out loud or written, so that’s it for my Wednesday. I hope you have a lovely, cold-free one.
I’m in the midst of a grumpy Monday, and by that I mean Monday is grumpy. Not me. Aside from picking up a cough, apparently, I’m peachy.
No, it’s Monday who’s lashing out, with Twitter typos and messing up my coffee. I have a single-cup coffee maker that uses a cone filter, not a pod, and I started the coffee this morning without a cup underneath.
OK, well, that one might have been me.
But Monday made me do it. Somehow.
It’s gray again, a hint of fog but this one looks warmer than the last, if such a thing is possible. Sparse snow lies uneasily in streaks over grass that is oddly more green than brown.
I suppose we all adapt.
And adapt we must. I hope you dodge its grumpiness and have a marvelous Monday.
So here we are, back to Friday. It’s thickly foggy outside, to the point that I can’t verify there actually is an outside, and though I’ve had my coffee, it certainly doesn’t feel like it.
A second cup of coffee isn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility.
Maybe a third.
It’s been a long, loud week, one of deep, lasting societal disappointment as we watched Republicans do exactly what we knew they would do, and yet it was still surprising to see. And then they complained about plain statements describing exactly what they were doing. They want to do it, they just don’t want to take the responsibility for it.
So on we go to the weekend, and possibly into democracy’s oblivion.
Who’s to say.
What I do know is I have a list of things that need doing, and then I’m going to crochet my way to zen. If at all humanly possible.