When November rolls around every year, there are always two dates on the calendar that matter – my birthday and Thanksgiving. The first grows less significant each year as I reach the age where I start to pretend that I don’t have birthdays at all. The latter, which is a holiday that’s supposed to be filled with gratitude and love and familial closeness, leaves me empty.
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Trying to relax
This weekend has been all about resting and letting my body recuperate from what I put it through this past week.
Projects!!!
Last Thursday was my last day on day shift. After about six weeks, I’m transitioning back to my beloved night shift. I’m also moving to a new building, a much, much more intense building, so I’m a bit nervous about what is to come beginning Monday. I’ve spent my weekend slowly transitioning back to night shift hours. As a result, I’ve taken on a few projects!
Family time: brought to you by the dog
Every evening, after dinner and just as twilight is settling in over the skies of Indianapolis, my husband and I are forcibly gathered together in the living room. Continue reading
I’ll be the one with my head in the sand
21st century life is, at least 90% of the time anyway, absolutely overwhelming. Continue reading
Wednesday update
I’ve been very sad all week. Coupled with what was already going on in my life, the death of Cory Monteith just really made my weak heart break.
Working, shopping, and planning for the future
First there’s the working:
So I’ve been working my behind off. Even when I’m not on site, I’m still working via my laptop/VPN or answering emails on my phone. This has left me feeling drained, and what better way to lift my spirits than through retail therapy?
My ever-growing collection
I just added a seventh antique radio to my collection!
Life on Wild Hare Farm 