A Little Charring Is Good For The Soul

At least that's what I'm telling myself since I managed to burn no one's dinner but my own. Yum.

Maybe, Maybe Not

Things are more complicated on the inside than they appear on the outside. Or maybe I just make them that way. Either way I can't explain it.

Rambling And Randomness

* If you haven't realized by now that I love rain you need to pay better attention. But, now, after 3 days of nothing but rain, I'm just about done. I'm as frizzy and cold and stuffy as I'm gonna get. My hands and feet are never warm in the fall and winter and the rain makes my allergies bloom all over again. So, here's hoping tomorrow is drier.

*But my cold is long gone.

* In other news, I've apparently finally adjusted to sleeping alone. I found myself dead center in the bed this morning using both pillows. Getting used to this probably means that we'll sell the house next week and I'll have to readjust all over again. Which is more than fine by me!

* Kid quotes of the day (and it's still early afternoon): "I don't need an umbrella because I'm a man. A big, strong man." and "I want Noah to punch me in the face so he'll get in trouble." What I must miss while they're at school...

Hmm...

I always thought it was a blacklight that revealed the secrets. But, apparently green tells even more. Still, I'm not convinced. Because if I'm an alien that means it would be silly for me to call for help when aliens are in my house setting off the smoke detector and breaking the A/C. I'm not sure I'm ready to give up on the possibility of neighborly rescue just yet.

If Anyone Asks

Tell them I was in a fight and won. Because that's much more exciting than the truth about my swollen bruised knuckle. Who knew a door frame could be so hard when you unintentionally smack into it? Graceful, that's what I am.

Old Habits Die Hard

I found myself unable or maybe just unwilling to sleep last night. Who would've thought I'd be able to sit outside in a tshirt and pajama pants in the middle of the night in October and be perfectly comfortable? Watching the clouds move across the sky and listening to the sounds of a sleeping neighborhood reminded me of my sleepless summer. And while the damp night air was not helpful to the cough I'm diligently trying to fight, it was good to return there for a little while.

Raising My Hand

How do you measure the distance when all your force and energy is put into simply standing still? Because, sometimes, no matter what the physics books say, that's the hardest work of all.

To The Perpetual Runner

Today

In the gray cloudy silence

I took for myself

I thought about you

And your running

Wondering what it is

You are running to

Or, maybe,

Running from

I Knew Tuesdays Were Good

Found out tonight that I don't have to show up for jury duty tomorrow. That means Tuesday is going to be all mine. I've always thought I was low maintenance but lately I'm realizing how the simplest, easiest things make me happy. Knowing that I'll have 3 free hours in the morning is pretty much it.

Anything, Anything, Anything

I have a mountain of laundry to fold and other general blah straightening that's calling my name. Time to clean up after the typical weekend tornado has passed by. But, instead, I'm searching for something, anything to post about so I can avoid doing it. Unfortunately, I've got nothing but a vague dislike of Mondays and that doesn't help me get out of doing anything.