For three years I lived in a house with a giant back yard and plenty of gardening space, and the only things I got around to planting were rosemary, sage, and some tomato bushes that were immediately chomped to death by local deer. I moved…
It used to be that I was a frequent and meticulous nail polish applier. Every three to five days I’d paint my fingertips in some new shade, and I loved it. The whole process was soothing and relaxing – some nice me-time. Because I’m compulsive…
I think this is the funniest picture, and it pretty much sums up how I feel about this whole week. A sort of resigned defiance.
After all my talk about vim and vigor and not getting sick… I got sick. I was down and out for an entire week and it was terrible. Everyone else got it too, and we all lived through it, so I won’t go into details….
Last week’s report felt so lackluster that I had to compensate a bit by adding this picture of New York City to the post (if you’re reading this on a reader, it might not show up – click over to the blog). It’s a sadly…
This bodes well, eh? Three weeks into 2013 and I’m already behind? Hey, we’re not going to talk about it. Few things are more dull than reading the self-flagellations of a deficient blogger. I just bored myself right there. YAWN. So Week 3 was awesome….