With all the sales last week, I had an eye on a new printer. What prompted this printer wanderlust?
Well, I got new ink for my old printer and I realized I could probably get an entirely new printer for the same price. I mean…that’s ridiculous, right?
And the truth is the old printer and I have never really seen eye-to-eye. It’s slow, so very, very slow, so slow that, when you tell it it needs to print, it thinks about it. And thinks about it. And thinks about it.
Then tells you it’s low on ink.
The scanning is so awkward. Everything about it is awkward. Still, it worked and I didn’t want to replace it until it didn’t. But then the ink became ludicrously expensive.
I admit it was slow to set up my new printer, because printer setup has always been so frustrating, but it wasn’t bad. And there it sits, all ready to go, looking so much sleeker than the previous black chunk.
Change can be good, you guys. Have a great post-holiday Monday.
Shockingly, it’s gray again. I told you, that’s why I always hated November, the miserable grayness.
But it’s a holiday week, and those are always nice. Unless it’s a brand of torture for you, and then you have my sympathy, because it’s a unique, special brand of torture.
But the holiday lights are mostly up, and I love this part of the winter. It’s festive and bright and there’s something about changing seasons.
I also always loved Thanksgiving, at least in the days when it’s true brutal beginnings were shrouded in euphemisms. I loved the idea that, across the country, no matter who you were, no matter what your family looked like, what religion you followed if you followed one at all, we were all doing the same thing on the same day.
It always felt inclusive to me.
Of course now, people will angrily tell you how inclusive they’re not.
Anyway, I hope you find lots of little joys this week. Have a great Monday.
It’s gray outside today. The sky, the ground to some extent, even the air looks gray. I don’t know if it’s warm and getting colder or cold and getting warmer but whichever it is, it’s not appealing.
I’m trying to get back into the groove of things after an extremely eventful week. So far, I give myself a three.
It’s not a five-point scale. That’s out of ten.
I’m caffeinated but ill-contented and I don’t know if that’s the drilling that will apparently be my backdrop today or the aftermath of last week’s events or that persistent gray.
Or a combination thereof.
But Mondays do what Mondays must, and we, in return, must face them bravely. Or grumpily.
Have a great Monday.
All I can think about is snow because all I can see right now is snow. Snow. Snow. Snow.
It feels unfair even though it is November and this is Chicago. Still, somehow it’s like we’re getting the short, icy end of the stick.
They’re the small, mean flakes too. Those are the ones you have to watch out for, they’re all business and accumulation.
It was a busy weekend, though I couldn’t tell you precisely with what, it just was. Saw a bunch of NaNoWriMo posts on twitter…or at least one I clearly recall, and all it did was make me glad I wasn’t feeling that pressure.
Editing has been slow, especially with my glitch, but I’m hoping to pick it up a little this week. I have errands to run, but I’m going to have to keep an eye on the weather.
Meanwhile, I’m getting to it. You have a great Monday.
I was making coffee–you know I tend to make coffee–and glanced over at the cup while gathering the rest of my breakfast.
It was not coffee colored.
It looked like watery almond milk, which is precisely what it was. No coffee.
But I’d put coffee in the basket. I know I’d put coffee in the basket.
Well, it turns out the top of the basket, the cover where the the water drips through, was on backward.
DARN YOU MONDAY!!
(Clearly that’s Monday’s fault, and not mine.)
It’s a somewhat cloudy day, and I have to tell you, on this November 4, I am having zero no NaNoWriMo regret. I’m OK with taking November off this year. If the mood strikes, I can always do one of the camps.
Besides, I’ve got editing to do. With some coffee. Make sure all your coffee basket liddy thingies go on the right way, and have a fantastic Monday.
It’s sunny, but the leaves are hitting the ground. I ordered some additional bad-weather boots and I’m preparing myself.
Winter is coming.
It always does. Meanwhile, this year, the very year I’d swear only just started, is breezing by. Breezing is the wrong word.
It’s squealing by like a rusty merry-go-round with crumbling, reluctant gears. But it still moves faster than you think it should.
I’m leaning toward no NaNoWriMo this time, the idea of greeting November without the pressure sounds much better to me, more enticing than the fun of getting it done.
But we’re not at November yet. Almost.
But not yet.
I’ve miles and miles of editing to go, as I’m only taking my first run though, so I should get to that. Have a marvelous Monday.
Mondays have a way of showing up, one way or another. And here we are, another one.
I think they feel harder because of inertia, the effort of not moving that much to getting up to at least a light trot. But it’s OK.
We can do it.
It’s a gray day today, not sure if we’re supposed to get rain, the clouds seem indifferent. The trees are in their full fall glory, reds and yellows set off among faded greens, the last show of color before the winter comes.
Winter. Again. Can you believe it?
I may try to stick to a single cup of coffee today, but you and I both know, it’s really not up to me.
It’s miles of editing ahead of me, and I’ll have to decide on NaNoWriMo. Still very much on the fence. How’s that for balance?
Have a wonderful Monday.