Peaceful (cough, cough) Day
Yesterday was a fairly self-indulgent day. I made this almond and apple pastry, worked for a while, and then went out and shoveled up dog poo from my backyard. No one wants to do this in the winter, so things […]
Yesterday was a fairly self-indulgent day. I made this almond and apple pastry, worked for a while, and then went out and shoveled up dog poo from my backyard. No one wants to do this in the winter, so things […]
This isn’t really what Lent is about. I haven’t been keeping a good Lent, largely because I’ve been sick since Ash Wednesday. I haven’t been doing anything except working and, when not working, lying around trying to recuperate. Lent is […]
You: Being Beautiful moved on from energy through pain and moods or temperament. They have little quizzes (they said I should be a teacher) and charts as well as truly revolting cartoon drawings of human innards. They had a list […]
I’m writing about business today. There’s probably someone else at xanga writing about something more exciting. My feelings won’t be hurt if you leave and read them. Work, you see, is great. I work at my computer, happily writing grant […]
I’m feeling slightly more human today. I coughed my way through four phone meetings and one face-to-face meeting this week, and a couple of classes, but I sound a little better, and expect to live. Instead of paying a doctor […]
I read Roizen and Oz’s section on energy while suffering from whatever virus has me in its toils. This probably made the chapter more meaningful to me than it otherwise would have been. I’m usually happy and energetic, unless I’m […]
I’m still sick, in spite of having spent 36 hours in bed. However, I have to read aloud about the temptation of Christ in a couple of hours in church, so I’m trying to get up and move around and […]
Still sick, still feeling sorry for myself. I have a bit of work to do, and a whole huge lot of housework to do, but I think it’ll all have to wait. Good things: Kindle, for automatic unending supply of […]
Feeling sorry for myself. I have to go to the Next County to teach, but after that I think I’m going to bed.
I’m sick. Again. I always resent being ill. It makes me cross, as though somehow it’s really unjust that I should get sick. I teach, though, so it is actually completely normal for me to catch stuff all semester long, […]