Thanksgiving

Completing some layouts in an art journal that is officially one month overdue. Listening to Bare Naked Ladies and what they would do if they had a million dollars. A brown sugar ham in the oven, because nobody around here cares that much about turkey. Reflecting on the friendships that I try to understand, probably take for granted, and certainly view through the lens of my own needs.

Not great, but better

The stuff that closes in around me is not huge. It's not, you know, anything dangerous, or emotionally painful. Nagging stuff- dark roots. Oil change. Last summer's pedicure. The shower curtain. A new shirt that doesn't fit Rose.

So I did get my hair colored. They were out of the semipermanent color they usually use. She used permanent. And it's kind of dark. But it's better.

Here's the one thing that really was the most pressing: oil change. Got it done, thanks CP.

Removed the toenail polish remnants. I didn't get a pedicure like I planned, but jeez was that polish old. So. No polish now. Not great, but better.

Scrubbed the shower curtain. It apparently needs to be replaced. At least it's better.

Thought really hard about altering that shirt of Rose's. Haven't yet.

Things I Ate A Long Time Ago

sliced raw potato with salt
butter on saltines
Lemonheads
corned beef hash
baked beans and brown bread

Exorcise

So inside my head, the same thoughts are chasing each other around and around: Beedle deedle DEEDLE deedle, beedle deedle DEEDLE deedle... and I mostly sleep when that happens. It's a sorry waste of time, I'll tell you. So today when I needed to get something to a friend in my neighborhood, a day that's mid-sixties and snapping, I decided to walk.

That may not sound like a triumphant decision to you. But breaking the cycle of lethargy and fret is important. Exercise is important and so is light. Even accomplishing a small task building momentum.

Book Club! Here! Tomorrow!

The days of stressing and sweating and micro-planning every detail of hosting book club have long since passed. I am hosting up to 10 people here tomorrow and really don't know what I'm serving. It's safe to say that I will not be cooking, though.

The thing is, I chose this incredibly grisly book. It's so grisly that it's making the thought of actually EATING a little difficult.

Safe bet that we're going vegetarian, though.

Time Change

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Me too.

Bugs Me

... sound of someone clipping their nails.
... sound of someone cracking their knuckles.
... sound of someone chewing ice.
... sound of someone chewing gum.
in fact
... sound of anyone chewing anything.