Hi Murphy! Hi Law sidekick! We haven’t missed you! We didn’t write; didn’t want you to return! But.Here.You.Are. Yesterday was our 14th anniversary. A day to renew our love for each other, to remember how we met and fell in …
So MacDreamy is at the Mac Hospital with the Geniuses getting a lobotomy a new motherboard. This leaves me with an unexpected load of time on my hands, as most of the important to-dos on the list involved a functioning …
You know, I think that title sounds a wee bit familiar. Oh. Because I wrote a post in December titled “Yes, I AM the technological Angel of Death.” That would be why. Long story short and painful: MacDreamy needs a …
Tom and I met 17 years ago last week. Truly a lifetime ago, but still feels like yesterday. As much time as we spend together, we’re still learning new things about the other. Kinda nice. Keeps the spark alive. Not …
Things were wonderful in the beginning. I felt supported, like someone “had my back.” I slept like a baby, and woke without a care in the world. And then things gradually deflated. No more sleeping like a baby. I would …
I decided to fragment today, partly because I have so much detritus cluttering up my brain that I’m afraid it’s going to explode and since I hate cleaning I’d have to hire someone to do it and do you know …
So I’ve had a few days to reflect on my week of logging my time for the 168 Hours Challenge, and I’ve come to a startling conclusion. When I don’t log the time, it disappears. For example, I had to …
Again, yes, I realize Day Seven was yesterday. I do also realize that with better time management that I probably could have gotten this posted last night. But I do know one thing: Dinner Date Night is sacred and I …
Ooh, a rare double post! Mark the calendar. Taking notes on my daily time log has become habit; I think that’s a good thing. I do recognize that I’m more aware of my time. 7:30 am: Hauled self out of …
Yes, day 5 was yesterday. I made the executive decision to hang out with my husband and crash on the couch instead of posting the day’s log. I’m making up for it now; he and I are both crashed on …
