Tagged: beinglizardek

I got the scanned school photos from my mom and sister and I’m not sure I can bear to inflict this horror on the Internet. Why did no one teach me to STEP AWAY FROM THE CURLING IRON? EEK

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March! —Bayard Taylor If you don’t like the weather in Sweden, just wait five minutes—that was certainly true today. We woke to blizzardly sideways snow and over the course of the day, we had sunshine, blue skies, grey skies, rain, clouds, snow again, and sunshine again. March comes in like a lion and goes out like an LOLcat. A capricious and frivolous month, for sure. The fact that it is nearly April—April!—3 months down in the year already,...

Sitting with my hands on the keyboard, I move them up, bending the wrist then dropping it again. My head is inclined, though I don’t have to look at the keys to type; typing class years ago ingrained the touch of the alphabet into the tips of my fingers. They move just so in the clickety dance to produce letters, words, sentences, whole paragraphs without any seeming gap between thought and intention. Thought, however, escapes easily or rather has never been here to begin with in this instance, once again I sat to write without the preparation of a subject....

I was in a ridiculously good mood this evening, and indeed, for most of the day, despite a beginning-to-be-crushing list of projects at work, and a meeting that droned on for longer than I would have liked. Why the good mood? I have no idea. Feeling better will do that to you after a week and a half of physical misery, I suppose. I can breathe, I can sleep without drugs, I feel as though my brain is limbering up again, and I shall restart my head-cold-interrupted walking schedule tomorrow. Some things that have been on my to-do list for...

It’s 11 o’clock and I wasn’t going to write, and I read through my blogs and got up from the chair and then I came back and sat down to write something, because HEY! I miss you guys when I don’t write. I can breathe today without the intervention of pharmaceuticals: HALLELUJAH. I’m still not what you would call HEALTHY, but at least I feel like I’m on the mend. We had an excellent guest speaker at the AWC meeting tonight; she’s a coaching and training expert in personal efficiency and helps people learn how to be more organized, and...