Month: April 2015

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But Who’s Counting?

Well, I am, of course. I’m finishing up the second sleeve of #1 son’s sweater. It will be too hot for him to wear it and so there is probably no urgency in finishing it, but I can’t begin another […]

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Fully Charged

Tom Rath’s new book, Are You Fully Charged?, gives three keys to an energized life: Meaning: your work must be meaningful and your life cannot be just the hedonistic pursuit of pleasure. Research on happiness has shown this clearly enough […]

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A Fine Day

  I didn’t work today at all. I woke, exercised, had a delicious breakfast of scrambled egg, fruit, croissant, and a bit of pomegranate juice, and dressed. At that point, I recognized that my pants were literally falling off — […]

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Messages

My husband and I have different schedules — he works from 3:00 am to 3:00 pm and I work from 6:00 am (or 7:00) to 6:00 pm (or 8:00 or 10:00). We also have different sets of friends and different […]

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Eat, Move, Zzzzzz

Among the habits I’ve decided to continue working on are the ones that seem to make the most impact in studies on the subject. One of them is sleeping for eight hours each night. I can do that. I wake […]

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Spring SWAP 2015?

It isn’t really that I’ve been procrastinating. I’ve been working, coping with crises, and of course knitting Christmas sweaters way past Christmas. That’s not procrastinating. I’ve also been working on habits and dipping a toe into the Cult of Tidying. […]

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Tea Shop

#1 daughter and I stopped off at this tea shop, which Janalisa had recommended. From the parking lot through the entire building, it has a consistent “Let’s play princesses” theme. We stood in line for our tea (I) and cocoa […]

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Social Media

We had a client meeting this morning, #1 daughter and I. We chatted about navigation, taxonomies, charts, and spotlight boxes, and then we talked about modern youth and the effects of social media. Kids aren’t allowed to go out and […]

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A Day in the Life

Yesterday was poetry reading day in my class, the last day of our section on poetry. One of the students told me how much she had enjoyed reading poetry, and how much it had surprised her that she had. We […]