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.
Have a great Friday, and an even greater weekend.
Another long night of weird dreams. I’ve got to get better at controlling them, because they tend not to be that relaxing.
I ordered dehydrating racks for my Ninja Foodi, which you may or may not know I’m completely obsessed with. Or with which I am completely obsessed, for the grammatically observant among us.
I don’t know why the idea of dehydrating fruit is so exciting to me. I probably don’t have enough of a life. I should get out more.
But I can bring freshly dehydrated fruit, so I’d call that a win.
Apparently I’m also very distractible today. I’ve gone down two separate rabbit holes, and you probably didn’t even miss me.
I was completely absorbed by the report of the guy on hover shoes who stole a bunch of stuff without paying. He’s clearly here to fix the present.
Here’s the story, if you’re interested.
Anyway, thoughts of time travelers are just the thing to take through a Friday. Have a great one, and a great weekend.
It’s foggy outside and foggy in here, but only the metaphorical kind. Foggy inside would probably only be damp, because fog never looks like fog up close.
Hmm, that sounds deep.
Feel free to find some profundity in it. Meanwhile it just took me like three minutes to come up with the word profundity, so that pretty much proves it on the fog.
It’s been a long week, maybe because it’s right after a holiday week, maybe because the world is on fire, and in some places, quite literally. Maybe it’s something I can’t quite put my finger on.
But it is Friday, with a weekend peeking through the door, looking impatiently at its watch. So may your Friday be smooth and your weekend even better.
If you’re a regular reader (and of course you’re a regular reader and if you’re not a regular reader, hello and welcome!) you may be looking for #AccountaClub since it’s Friday and that’s usually what happens on Friday.
Well, that’s sooooooo 2019.
In 2020, we’ll do #AccountaClub on the last Friday of the month. Plenty of time for plenty of updates. Whatever your goals, whatever you’re working on, we’ll talk about it here!
This being my first real post of 2020, I’ve just got to comment on how far in the future the year sounds. All the things we thought we’d have this far in the future; what happened?!
As I said on Twitter, we should have potato chips that each count as 30 sit ups by now. I stand by it.
The news is pretty much all bad, and yet I feel oddly optimistic. I’m sure the universe will ironic me out of that in no time flat, but for right now, I can’t help but feel our near future will be better than the present.
I shouldn’t taunt the universe that way.
Anyhow, I wish you peace, prosperity and joy in your new year, and a fantastic Friday.
Well, here we go, Friday thoughts instead of #Accountaclub. The weirdest part is I still feel like I should tell you about how my workouts went this week.
I did all five days. Though a yoga one today.
Yesterday was so oddly warm it trended on Twitter, but today, December is back, and the sky is gray, and I don’t think snow is completely out of the realm of possibility.
Winter doesn’t vacation for long.
It’s tough to believe we’re right back at the end, another year speeding toward timely retirement. Fast and slow, time is both, all the time, at the same time.
Whichever way your time is flowing, I hope you enjoy it. Have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend.
I’m thinking I’m going to scale back on #AccountaClub next year. Perhaps make it once a month; perhaps cut it entirely.
Though I’m leaning toward once a month.
You may or may not have noticed, but my blog posts have taken on a certain rhythm this year, and I like it. Most mornings, when I sit to write, there’s the post, ready to go, in my brain.
Except for #AccountaClub.
I’d like a little more flexibility on Friday. And we can still talk about our weeks, because why not?
But writing is always evolution, and for now, the weekly posts feel stagnant to me. Presto chango, I can fix that.
We’ll see. Luckily blogs are not written in stone. They’re written in mystical electrons that are somehow visible to the human eye or something like that.
I’m pretty sure I’m close.
Either way, have a great Friday and a wonderful weekend.