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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Thursday, February 21, 2008

Apologies re: last Post

Okay. I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry.

Upon further reflection, I must apologize regarding the last post. It should not be considered an adequate reflection upon the City, either living in or near it, or about working here.

I am tired. I am cranky. I am not feeling well. I am SO hormonal I literally could cry. I hate February in general. I'm just being my usual whiney self.

If I'd get up off my butt, go around the cube wall and invade my boss's space to look out the window, THIS is what I see.

Now, being that close to that view can't make it all bad. Right? Even if they are other Big Grey Boxes under construction.

So mooshymama, I'll pass on the food processor, but I'll take you up on baking lessons, give you room to bunk out on my floor, and set you loose in the Big Apple (oh, and a bonus? Moroni's right across the street).

Plus, you never know who you'll run into on the street ... maybe Jill? Maybe David Hyde Pierce? Maybe Isabella Rosselini or Peter Gallagher? Or, much to my friend Jenn's delight, "Todd" from One Life to Live in the Big J's other cafeteria, Balduccis?

Just ignore my ranting ... Come and visit the City.

I *heart* New York.

6 comments:

Flax Hill Gardener said...

That's much better. I think everyone needs a dose of NYC as a tourist once in awhile. I know that I love the way I can run out at 10:30 p.m. to Whole Foods without having to get in the car. In the 'burbs, who wants to get in the car after it's dark?

Anonymous said...

I heart New York too. Admittedly, though, I've never lived there. And I would love to but there's a slim to none chance on that ever actually happening. But, come on. Invite me to bunk on your floor. I can bake cinnamon rolls with the best of them.

Auntie Nettie said...

@Anonymous -- but you are anonymous.

Silly.

If this is Mom, your cinnamon rolls haven't been seen since a time long long ago. I vaguely barely remember them. Bring me a slew and we'll negotiate the bed vs. floor bunking and amount of nights.

Kristin.... said...

just realized it's been 5 years this August since I've been an NYC tourist......oh my.


and you haven't been to Maine in quite some time Auntie!

Flax Hill Gardener said...

I just thought of a BAD thing about living in NYC. You don't get snow days. Everything is ALWAYS open. And, with mass transit, you can always get where you want to go.

moosh in indy. said...

I ran into a NASCAR driver last week. WOOT.
Floor invitation accepted.
But not until Summer. I too loathe February.