Note to self: Never say any of these things, even quietly amongst yourselves, because the universe has a dark sense of humor. Continue reading “Note to self: office edition”
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.
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.
Why, yes, I do like many of the poems of Robert Frost. How did you guess?*
So while S and some of our friends ran a virtual 5K while we’ve been in
solitary confinement quarantine, I wondered how “far” I’ve gone with all my daily runs. Continue reading “And miles to go…”
Usually I get my workout in the morning, but as broken as my neck has been, I didn’t sleep well. Continue reading “Off schedule”
Going on 4 weeks without reinstalling my word games. Going on 4 weeks without crushing the spirit of other players in the weekly tournament.
I don’t think of myself as competitive, but then I’d play Wordscapes – only on the weekend, other than the daily puzzle. Continue reading “I still got no game”
So, most mornings I spend a little waking-up time doing puzzles.
Puzzle games, that is. Mostly word puzzles. Continue reading “Broken habits”
You’ve got to love a short week. This week, Monday was cancelled due to lack of interest. (And Labor Day, of course.)
But it does mean that the week has a surreal vibe. Continue reading “On balance: short week, but long days”
And hot strength training.
And hot aerobics. Continue reading “Hot yoga”
Last weekend I saw my oldest friend.
Which calls for me to clarify that I am referring to how long I’ve known her not how old she is.
Which then calls for me to clarify that she’s my oldest friend who is not also a member of my family, because, … well obviously Sis. Continue reading “Blame it on the stromboli”
No, wait, low again. What?
OK, so as little as I’ve been blogging lately, y’all (yeah, I said “y’all”, what of it?) have had to hear about my Wii Fit altogether too much. Continue reading “Feeling low. Or high.”