Outside my window… It’s dark. Too dark. And I’m not putting on shoes to go look. What if there’s a cougar out there? Or worse — a tarantula the size of a dinner plate? Yeah… no. Whatever’s out there can stay out there. I’m not emotionally prepared for wildlife tonight.
I am thinking… Why am I up this late? Oh right — hives. Took a bath. Didn’t help. Took a breath. Didn’t help. Took a moment to reflect on my life choices. Also didn’t help. Maybe sleepy‑time tea will calm me down. Why hives? It’s not like I’m stressed or anything. Stop laughing. There’s just… a lot going on.
I am thankful… For what I have and not what I deserve. Because if this week is any indication, I deserve a timeout and a helmet.
In the kitchen… My dishes are done. Because I hit the emergency threshold: the last coffee mug. We can run out of forks, spoons, plates, bowls, but NOT coffee mugs. If I had a real kitchen, maybe I’d wash dishes daily. But I have to carry hot water from the bathroom like a pioneer woman with Wi‑Fi, so no — they don’t get done every day.
I am wearing… Let’s not. I have hives. I’m covered in Van’s white T‑shirt and the rest is between me and Jesus.
I am creating… Creating?? Was that on my to‑do list? Does the giant mess in the corner of my living room count as “creating”? Because if so, I am an artist.
I am going… To bed as soon as I finish this. I can’t stop now — I’m on a roll, or a spiral, or something circular.
I am wondering… What gives me hives? Why I’m awake now that the itching stopped? Why my brain thinks 1 a.m. is the perfect time to evaluate my entire life?
I am reading… Harlan Coben’s Tell No One because Hannah refuses to return Specials, the next book in the series she got me hooked on. I’m not saying she’s holding it hostage, but I’m also not not saying that.
I am hoping… For many things. Dreams, wishes, and a few miracles sprinkled in for flavor.
I am looking forward to… Financial freedom. Living near my grandsons. A clutter‑free home. (One of these is more realistic than the others.)
I am learning… Dave Ramsey. Enough said. He has ruined my life. There are days I tell him to SHUT UP all day long. Especially when I NEED to go shopping and he whispers, “No.” SHUT UP, DR.
Around the house… Grass. And ants. Ants I tried to kill and failed. They are now super‑ants with a vendetta.
I am pondering… Pondering? Am I supposed to be pondering something? Let me Google what pondering even means. Hold on.
A favorite quote for today… Life goes on. (Usually without my permission.)
One of my favorite things… Pictures of my grandsons in Las Vegas this weekend. They had the time of their lives —with their parents, obviously— they’re only 1 and 5. But still. Cutest gamblers in the state.
A few plans for the rest of the week: CLEAN. CLEAN. CLEAN. Did I mention CLEAN? Everything. Top to bottom. If it doesn’t move, it’s getting scrubbed. If it does move, it’s getting scrubbed twice.
A peek into my day… Up for church. Late to church. Someone procrastinates and it ain’t me. Autumn — my best friend Susan’s 3‑year‑old granddaughter — saw us coming around the corner and launched herself at me like a heat‑seeking missile. She glued herself to my lap until she got mad, folded her little arms, glared, and marched to the END of the bench to cool off. She is a whole personality. A tiny tornado in sparkly shoes. A mess —
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