I forgot to categorize it. Might mean something. Probably doesn’t.
Post written 9/28/26 as I work to get back into blogging. <3 All right. I feel I have done enough today. it has been balls to the wall all day and I am DONE. I’m going to start a new Scrivener file to do my blogging editing in. and then I’ll have all the info
Except this time–this time!–I’m coming back. I like keeping track of my life like this. For one, because unlike a diary, it’s not a simple matter of glancing back a page. (yes, yes, I can do it here, but not WHILE I’m writing.) Also while I’m blogging for me, knowing people will read it will
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I live with a career felon feline. Don’t let the cuteness fool you. This is the most unrepentant criminal you will ever meet. Was Michael Jackson singing about a cat all those years ago? I don’t know, but he could have been. (Just checked the lyrics, and hell to the no.) (Totally didn’t take a
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Welp. The feline has exited the containment device. I mean, we set it free, but anyway. I have mixed feelings, and I’m not ready to talk about it yet. But I will say that I am eternally grateful to my TDP colleagues. I would say I’ll miss them horribly, but I won’t, because I won’t
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Periodically, I decide to get my life together. That’s not as down-on-me as it may sound, because I think a lot of us do it this way. We come with a plan, we follow it (or not) and we end up hopefully doing a little better than we were before. And then we gather our
(dad-blast it! I swear I posted this when I wrote it, but here it is in drafts…argh!) I am home, but I am still waiting. I do have my bed! My dear wonderful bed, that is so flipping comfy, with everything I need in reach. My desktop, on a desk with a keyboard shelf and
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