semi-random flotsam
Getting to this voyage starts pretty far back, making it a long and circuitous route to get here. This was to have been our cruise in Summer 2020. Obviously that did not happen.
But it came around again, more or less, as life – for the vaccinated and willing-to-be-masked – returned to something more like normal.
Continue reading “Getting there”Tired came hours ago.
Hungry, also, but I can only blame myself for that. I forgot to eat at an hour it would have made any sense at all. But there’s nothing “convenient” in the house presently and as the hours tick from small to midsized — and I’m only just getting in bed — I can’t think it’s wise to get up and begin a new whole hoopla of cooking at this stage.
Continue reading “Sleepless”… because yes in all circumstances – even if it goes as badly as it is possible to go – God is good and God is faithful and God has always and can always be trusted and God is beyond gracious and God provides.
Yes. Yes, amen.
Continue reading “… and also relief”While most of my cooped-up time goes to pacing or pedaling like a madwoman, or cooking meals to celebrate fictional trips…
Continue reading “Down to the nub”On November 10th, someone felt the need to point out how many weeks until Christmas it was.
And it was (surprisingly, at the time) not many, even then. Continue reading “This time of year”
It was getting on in the evening yesterday when my phone rang. It was Sis, checking in on some details, and then sorry both for the fact that I was still working and for interrupting that work. I on the other hand was just happy to hear her voice, and more than welcomed the short break. I had needed it.
Then I wrapped up a few odds and ends for the office, logging off and finally put myself to bed ridiculously late. Clearly I was a bit out of it by then, as evidenced by Continue reading “Have yourself a merry little breakdown”
My boss is back from vacation. There aren’t words for how relieved I am by that — partly because I was watching both our desks and the fear of screwing up her projects freaks me out. And partly because Continue reading “Needlessly freaking out”
When you’re shaken up by life, your concentration is off. You lose things that are exactly where they belong. You forget how to do simple things. Or not to do simple things. Continue reading “Stress can kill you. In more ways than one.”
aka gringita 