Postcard from the Edge

Still breathing. Still unemployed. Trying not to hyperventilate. It’s easier during the day, when I can keep myself busy, distracted. Three in the morning is worst. Dr. Who did not drop by with his TARDIS over the holidays. The wreath that HAD to be finished by Christmas was finished this morning. I estimate I put…

Thirty degrees Fahrenheit? Fifty degrees Fahrenheit? You want it all? Then come visit me, because that’s the weather forecast for today and tomorrow is. March is not coming in like a lion. March is coming in like a schizophrenic. March may have been named for Mars, the God of War, but it would have been…

This is what happens when I’m left with too much time on my hands without a keeper assigned to me. Song: Fifty Ways To Leave Your Liver Artist: With apologies to Paul Simon The problem’s all inside your gut, my doc said to me The answer’s easy, approached biologically I’d like to help you in…

I was at loose ends last night when I got home, so I went for a walk. I’d gone for a walk about my apartment complex the night before, and explored a bit along the creek and woods that are part of our grounds. The spring wild flowers are just starting to hit their stride,…

Working hard. Hardly working. I’m not entirely sure how both can be simultaneously true, but then I love a good oxymoron. Today is a jumbo shrimp kind of day. Yesterday’s seminars went well. Free breakfast was a bust, and the boxed lunches they provided failed to excite as well. Still, what did I expect for…

Making the rounds of diaries today I stumbled upon Covert Ops’ entry today. She went to her photo files, selected the eighth file, and then selected the eighth photo in the file and posted it. She then went on to challenge eight additional people to do the same. I was curious what picture that would…