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susandennisThese days in the Pacific Northwest are rainy and cloudy in the morning and sun shiney in the afternoons. Kind of perfect. And perfect for swimming but I think I'm going to pass today just because. Maybe.
On Sundays I generally stay in my apartment (Bonny calls it hibernating) and enjoy the heck out of that. And some Mondays, like today, I just want more. I don't have anywhere I need to go except maybe downstairs to pick up Amazon packages. If they come to the lockers, I pick them up. If they are dropped off at the front desk, they get delivered in the afternoons. I never know until they get here which way they are going. Usually it's lockers, but sometimes...
My latest obsession is makers on YouTube. I watch on my TV. There's the one very excellent guy, Pask Makes, from Australia who does fascinating work and makes great videos about them. He has a ton of videos and he's fascinating. And it seems way more productive than my previous obsession with watching Instagram videos of small children speaking in British accents. (Chances are they are actually British and not cheeky American or Canadian children with great linguistic chops but who really knows???)
I am caught up in the weirdest book. And I can't quit it. I'm a bully killer no personal life loaner thriller kind of reader. When I want something light, I go for a police procedural. This book is characterized as 'delightfully charming' something I am pretty sure I've been vaccinated against. And, yet... One sentence leads to the next and I have lost my will to stop. The Road to Tender Hearts by Annie Hartnett.
So I have plenty of entertainment and not massive chores that need doing and no one who's counting on me for anything. Perfect.
On Sundays I generally stay in my apartment (Bonny calls it hibernating) and enjoy the heck out of that. And some Mondays, like today, I just want more. I don't have anywhere I need to go except maybe downstairs to pick up Amazon packages. If they come to the lockers, I pick them up. If they are dropped off at the front desk, they get delivered in the afternoons. I never know until they get here which way they are going. Usually it's lockers, but sometimes...
My latest obsession is makers on YouTube. I watch on my TV. There's the one very excellent guy, Pask Makes, from Australia who does fascinating work and makes great videos about them. He has a ton of videos and he's fascinating. And it seems way more productive than my previous obsession with watching Instagram videos of small children speaking in British accents. (Chances are they are actually British and not cheeky American or Canadian children with great linguistic chops but who really knows???)
I am caught up in the weirdest book. And I can't quit it. I'm a bully killer no personal life loaner thriller kind of reader. When I want something light, I go for a police procedural. This book is characterized as 'delightfully charming' something I am pretty sure I've been vaccinated against. And, yet... One sentence leads to the next and I have lost my will to stop. The Road to Tender Hearts by Annie Hartnett.
So I have plenty of entertainment and not massive chores that need doing and no one who's counting on me for anything. Perfect.