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A fluffle?

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Bunnies. There’s a lot of them around this year.

Somewhere under my ivy there may be a warren, in which lives a colony, a nest, even a fluffle, of wild rabbits.

I found one nibbling under my potted plant. It startled when I came out on the deck, but it’s bold and didn’t go far. Mere feet away, in fact.

Not sure it knows it’s not invisible; freezing in place isn’t helping it hide there.

Eh, what’s up Doc?

Well, I’m not opposed to bunnies. They will eat my hastas, which are really my mother’s. Which I therefore do not want to happen.

But on the other hand, if my yard has bunnies setting up shop, it probably doesn’t have more verminy options. Rats would tend to dissuade rabbits. Or so I am given to understand.

So all things considered, I’ll take bunnies in the yard. A whole fluffle of them, even.

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Groggy

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The alarm goes off, and as I reach to turn it off, my thoughts – if they rise to the level of thoughts – are a groggy mix of thankful it’s the weekend and giving myself permission, as I roll over to resettle, to turn off the alarm, get my workout later, and skip trying to hit all my hourly steps today.

And then it comes back to me.

The evening call with Asia last night.

The restless, fitful mostly failed sleep attempt.

The fact that sleep finally came in the smallish hours, though not smallish enough.

The fact that it’s Tuesday. Not Saturday.

Sigh.

I guess I won’t be sleeping in, after all.

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I still arrive late for church

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Growing up – back in the days (gasp) before cell-phones and always-on communication, to be late to meet my parents was to send them into a spiral of worry. And that meant Trouble.

My sister and I learned not to be late. We at least learned not to be late without first calling to say so.

An expected hour late is less painful for the person waiting than 2 minutes of dear Lord what’s happening where are they??? Continue reading “I still arrive late for church” →

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Feeling ‘Blah’

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Let me preface this with: I’m not sick. As I write this (versus when this posts – who knows by then), I haven’t been within six feet, ten feet, 25 feet of anyone, in ages.

So it’s not that. No worries there.

But I’m tired. Tired and sad and just blah.

(Real time update: I have been near other people – my family – on a limited basis. And that was so nice. Nevertheless I have a fresh dose of blah going on.)

This morning I overslept. I got my workout (Wii run) midday because I have this list to work through, and because I have a daily goal to meet, and then I made myself do the weights in the afternoon because seriously, if I didn’t move I might have just put my head down and slept.

I considered dumping more caffeine into my system, even knowing that afternoon caffeine would mess me up tonight, but my eye has been twitchy since lunchtime and so… nope.

It’s 5:30 pm as I write this. I’m 1800 steps from my 10k target and 4300 from my actual goal for the day and I want to go to bed now.

Which I am not going to do. In fact I bet if I strip the bed, I’ll have enough whites to do a load of laundry. And that will both make me move a little, and make me stay up at least long enough to put the bed back together.

Ech. Why do I feel so blah?

I feel like I’m underwater today so I thought I’d pull an image where that was a good thing… An awesome thing… An awesome time!

Maybe I just need an adventure?

Or something.

Also IRL yesterday was Julie’s birthday and I flubbed it. Sorry sweetie! Hope it was happy! 🎂

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Working on my record

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(Not the music kind. This is me we’re talking about.)

(And, yes, because it is me, I do wish it was a record related to crossing off more travel destinations from my extensive list of places-to-go, but alas, that must wait a bit longer so we can all be a bit safer and healthier in the process.)

No, I’m still doing all my adventuring indoors.

Over the weekend I stayed super active. I kept moving as much as possible – workout, weights, (pause to make coffee), another workout, pond work, yard work, (pause for lunch), more yard work, shower, laundry, pacing, dancing… Continue reading “Working on my record” →