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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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Showing posts with label Monday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monday. Show all posts

Monday, January 4, 2016

Here We Go Again: Mondays after Vacations


I'd rather be reading. Reentry - especially after such a fun weekend - is hard.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Quote of the Day - My Life as a Book

If my life were a book, I would have masking tape holding my hinges together. My pages would be loose, my edges tattered and my boards exposed, the front flyleaf torn and the leather mottled and moth-eaten. I’d have to take myself apart and put myself back together, as any good book restoration expert would do. …

[Say] I needed to get my life back on track. ... why not treat myself as I would a damaged book? Study the twists and turns and knots and smudges that had left me short-tempered and befuddled. And threadbare. Then I could dust off my pages, resew the torn folds, trim the frays and smooth out the dents. And be my happy self again. Trust me, nobody liked a grumpy bookbinder. [or a grumpy Auntie Nettie]

If Books Could Kill: A Bibliophile Mystery by Kate Carlisle
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Monday, October 27, 2008

FINALLY ...

My Monday can begin. After a half hour delay on the trains, standing cheek to jowl with the masses, and after fruitlessly searching four Diet Coke and Diet Pepsi* vending machines in the building, I resorted to going to the cafeteria. Now that I have my 44 oz. soda foundation Diet Pepsi and my Styrofoam bowl of Fruit Loops, I can start my day ... only an hour late.

(Hey, I'm working an event tonight at Practice, Practice, Practice! The hour this will be made up way after "office hours.")

*Umm .. Please, Mr. Vending Machine Filler Guy? Can we have less of the Gatrrrade junk and more Diet Pepsi so I can have that for a fallback when the smaller Coke machine runs out of my "medicine?"

'Kay? Thanks.