There is stew on the stove and I’m going to eat it.
Similar experiences, different habits and responses. We are meaning machines. Love is the bridge, choice/personal-responsibility is the power. Happiness is a favorite habit and breathing is a new one of which I will be world+ class. If we’ve really learned it, we can teach it. Best is living it, loving it, together.
Got cold enough to pull over a soft plush blanket and I’m now surrounded in soft plushy coziness and very happy about it.
New Orleans has alll the oysters and many of them have visited my belly and I am a happy.
Little things with tiny legs should not be allowed to move so fast
How did we ever defend ourselves without vacuum cleaners
Gosh darnit I thought that crush was gone. Fine.
Past Me lowercased things and herself for a looong time. I appreciate that she consciously stopped doing that, at least in text. It’s a visual and marked difference.
(‘Split the difference on the tense.)
Who penned the quote “a difference to be a difference must make a difference”? I don’t know; I like it. I also like “Living is a thing you do now or never—which do you?” That one’s Piet Hein.
The dress I wanted to wear on Saturday, for alllll the previous week, was remarkably hiding on Saturday and turned up only today; it did very good hiding. I wonder where when it wants to be worn instead.
When I decide to bedtime, it’s typically about two hours later that I get myself to bed. Unsolved mystery.
I don’t know how to comment on the show that eeeeveryone is watching and discussing, without a due rant about direwolves.
Still happies: buttered popcorn, baby bunny in the grass, bluebirds of happiness, super soft pants, super soft things, redox molecules, gaming glasses, really raw honey, hellions, calling them hellions.
Passed three sets of hellions on the path home, walking today. And a bluebird that I didn’t quite recognize about midway walk. And a titmouse or two. And woodducklings paddling in the distance with at least half a dozen adult male woodducks about. And babyish bunny, possibly first of the season.
Dear friends are in flight, with family, on their own, planning, smiling, wondering, hoping. And I am late to the early sleeping game I was aiming to play. And I am very well, and happy.
iPad offered me news. It started by telling me about a gun going through an airport undetected by TSA and the nonsense surrounding that; then told me that video games are more available by indie developers now due to accessible game engines; then told me about a gas station police standoff involving gasoline, threat of fire, and a drone delivering a vape pen. What the heck, News! What the heck!