I think the internet is sucking my will to live. I keep spending evenings staring blankly at a not-very-exciting computer screen instead of, say, going for a walk in the rare, utterly gorgeous weather we’ve been having. I think the solution here is No More Laptopping, which would be better for my shoulder anyway. I have, for a variety of reasons, utterly failed to go swimming yet this week. Tomorrow, she said determinedly. Tomorrow. I wonder if I dare go to the massage place without first slathering myself in sunblock.…
Tag: daily life
nothing to see here, move along
Feeling much better. Not a hundred percent well, but much better. I even feel up to running some errands this morning, after spending the entire weekend totally happy to be a lump at the computer or in front of the television. (Speaking of which, Stardust is still a wonderful movie, and it’s silly how completely delighted I am by how Yvaine shines. It just makes me happy. And also speaking of which, wow, the Smallville season finale was…peculiar.) The cemurphy.net writing page has finally been updated with purchase links to…
do nothing by halves.
I have had an insanely busy day. I swam, came home and did Pilates before I could talk myself out of it, then went to get my hair trimmed because we’d gotten paid. Only the hairdresser was busy giving somebody a tattoo, so I did a little grocery shopping and came home again. I went out later to try to get my hair trimmed, but the hairdresser was about to close for lunch, so I did some more grocery shopping and came home again. I went out a fourth and…
sha boom sha boom
So far today I have walked, swum, made bread, made applesauce*, cleaned the kitchen, emptied the compost, made lunch, read part of a book, and made a grocery list. I would go shopping if we had any money, but we don’t, so now I’ll just wait for word wars. Oh, and upload pictures to see if any of them are any good. The wars, incidentally, seem to be running well into the afternoon Eastern time–as late as 4pm now, and it appears that there’ll be wars running fairly regularly in…
life beyond the 8-ball
I’ve complained bitterly enough in the past about having a hard time writing and exercising (or writing and ANYTHING, for that matter), so in a fit of celebration at being out from behind the 8-ball (I apparently need an 8-ball icon…) I got up and went swimming this morning. That plan was nearly thwarted by me being an *idiot* and leaving my goggles, swim cap, shampoo and water bottle at the pool *last* time I went swimming, which was what, a week ago? However, in a fit of “they don’t…