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Today is my day off from having to go do things. Works out fine because, turns out, it's not that great a breathing day. Not horrible. I mean I have enough breath to clean the bathrooms (Tuesday!) but let's not press it.
So weird these days when breathing is kind of a problem. No rhyme nor reason to them and they really aren't terrible. More a threat maybe of things to come. Whatever. Tomorrow will be better and today will be fine.
I might make some cookies. Costco had a big tin of ginger cookies but they had sugar on top. Plus, honestly, they didn't look as good as my next batch will be.
I discovered a new - to me - author who has a boatload of books already published. I don't know why I never found him before. Stuart MacBride. I'm reading the first in a series - Gold Granite. Scottish police procedural with some fun and delightful turns of phrase.
It's the time of year I most grateful for being alone. I do not have to think of an excuse to avoid or, worse yet, attend family or other gatherings that I don't want to. I'm not a big gathering person anyway but I especially object to those forced by 'special' days. I'm especially grateful for not having to travel. No airport issues, no gas issues. I get the full turkey dinner with all the trimmings and leftovers and I don't have to share it with anyone. Biggie does not like turkey.
On Thursday, I'll go pick up my turkey dinner but between now and then, I'm going to work on shrinking my freezer inventory. I want to make room and either eat the stuff before it dies of old age, or toss it.
So weird these days when breathing is kind of a problem. No rhyme nor reason to them and they really aren't terrible. More a threat maybe of things to come. Whatever. Tomorrow will be better and today will be fine.
I might make some cookies. Costco had a big tin of ginger cookies but they had sugar on top. Plus, honestly, they didn't look as good as my next batch will be.
I discovered a new - to me - author who has a boatload of books already published. I don't know why I never found him before. Stuart MacBride. I'm reading the first in a series - Gold Granite. Scottish police procedural with some fun and delightful turns of phrase.
It's the time of year I most grateful for being alone. I do not have to think of an excuse to avoid or, worse yet, attend family or other gatherings that I don't want to. I'm not a big gathering person anyway but I especially object to those forced by 'special' days. I'm especially grateful for not having to travel. No airport issues, no gas issues. I get the full turkey dinner with all the trimmings and leftovers and I don't have to share it with anyone. Biggie does not like turkey.
On Thursday, I'll go pick up my turkey dinner but between now and then, I'm going to work on shrinking my freezer inventory. I want to make room and either eat the stuff before it dies of old age, or toss it.
