Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

I called my sister early this morning to make some weekend arrangements.  As I mentioned, I awoke pretty durned early this morning, and this phone call was pre-coffee.  I was babbling, trailing off, making little sense.  I said – I’m sorry, Manda – I’m tired.  I can’t speak English this morning.  Yeah, she replied, How…

I’m up for the day at 3:15 am.  No amount of tearful exhaustion can bring me rest in the darkness of this pre-dawn Friday.  I fell into a fitful sleep at 10, woke at 3:15 to pump (no alarm needed for this – your body wakes you up when it’s time), and that was all she wrote….

Work is busy for all kinds of stupid and boring reasons.  Like – no human being could possibly accomplish everything that I am supposed to get done in a week.  There is something very freeing about realizing that you can’t finish it and giving yourself permission not to. Patrick’s Gran is ill and he and…

Taking a break from work, I watched a chunk of Palin’s address at the RNC.  I really need to sit down and watch all of the speeches from both sides, but so far I am somewhat ashamed to admit (only somewhat because I cut myself a lot of slack these sleepless days) that at this point…

Turning thirty means becoming really busy, apparently.   I had big plans for finishing up my "A Look Back" thing and then doing a nice, thought out "A Look Forward" on my actual birthday, but that all got shot to hell by the fact that approximately seven zillion people came to my house over the…