Category: Musings

  • Free Time

    Free Time

      Last year, I was pushing myself to write, every day. Through illness, stress, and everything. I wrote. That all came to a shuddering halt when I got sick (again) in November. No idea with what – other than a negative Covid test, the medical field was completely uninterested in me. ‘Stay far away from…

  • Chat Topics

    Chat Topics

      I’ll be doing my usual weekly livestream chat at 7:30PM EST tonight. It’s Friday! What would you like to hear me ramble about? I’m always open to topic suggestions.  In the meantime, work is very busy, which makes the week just fly by. It feels like it was just Monday yesterday. I’ll take it.…

  • The Essayist’s Mind

    The Essayist’s Mind

      I haven’t been blogging much this year. Because I’ve been tracking my daily word counts (with the exception of the first week of this month, when I was too sick to care, much less write) all year, I can actually see it. My wordcount for nonfiction has been wavering, and if I don’t pay…

  • Short Time, Fast Thoughts

    Short Time, Fast Thoughts

    I have so little time for sitting and thinking. I find myself musing in the car as I drive. Or standing in the lab watching the clock during a reaction time. Or waiting for… something to happen at work. It does not lend itself to deep insightful essays. My thoughts are broken up like a…

  • Honest to Pete

    Honest to Pete

      I’m alive. I think. Anyway, it feels like it. The pulled back muscle is starting to ease up. Which makes sitting at the desk easier, but I’ve been inundated with stuff to do…  Did I mention we are homeschooling the Little Man for his sophmore year? Yes. That’s… an adventure. He’s enthusiastic about it,…

  • A History with Coffee

    A History with Coffee

      I’m drinking my coffee black this morning. It’s not too bad this way. Usually, I have cream in it. If I could eat anything I liked, I’d have cocoa in it. Which reminds me that I bought cacao nibs and need to figure out how to brew drinking chocolate…  My lifelong flirtation with the…

  • Stayin’ Alive

    Stayin’ Alive

      Just a quick post to say hey, I’m still here. It’s been a week. Nobody’s sick or anything, just I’ve been extra busy so I could help surprise the Junior Mad Scientist. She is celebrating her 18th birthday tomorrow, but Friday the whole family conspired to have the house decorated, her favorite meal, presents……

  • And still, Don’t Panic

    And still, Don’t Panic

      I’ve been debating the usefulness of yet another post about the coronavirus. The first one I made still feels relevant: handwashing, don’t panic. However, since events have escalated in the last few hours, it’s on my mind.  I’ll keep saying not to panic. I’d be saying that if the survivors were getting all bitey…

  • You adorable weirdos, you

    You adorable weirdos, you

      Sometimes being an adult sucks rocks. Sometimes being an adult means I can say stupid stuff like that last sentence and know I’m not going to be scolded for slang. Sometimes I have more thoughts than I can possibly have words to express them with. Sometimes that means I say the same word over…

  • Week’s End

    Week’s End

      I worked weekends for many years. Matter of fact, I worked 7 days a week, 365 days a year, for close to two decades. When you run a small business, there are no days off. Down days, sometimes, but there is always something that can be done, needs to be done, do it or…

  • Internal Conversations

    Internal Conversations

      That vast echoing space sound you heard is my brain. On one hand, it’s Friday. On the other hand, it’s Friday. I’m both tired, ready for the weekend, and can’t add anything because I said both. I spent a not-insignificant part of my morning looking for chapstick, because it’s never where you put it…

  • Rambles in a Messy House

    Rambles in a Messy House

      I’m completely out of the habit of blogging. It doesn’t help that I am busy, busier than I anticipated being at this season of life. I’ve also started to feel like I have nothing meaningful to say. I’m not attracted to commentary about social whatzits and whoosits very often, and tend to steer clear…