It is Monday morning. My house is clean and my body is sore. I overslept and I plan to work from home today. I dusted,
February. My annual countdown to changing the clocks has begun. It’ll be thirty-five more days, in case you were curious. The early nightfall is adorable
A few weeks ago, I downloaded an app to help me keep track of household chores. Today, I’ll share my thoughts on how it’s going.
Yesterday was day 4 of the challenge to honor achievements rather than focus on failures, and I proudly made progress in this regard. Did you?
It is Sunday evening of Thanksgiving weekend and I have a glass of eggnog heavily dosed with brandy beside me. My Christmas tree was bought
Yesterday morning, I bemoaned not having a partner to help me while I’m laid up with back pain. Later in the day, I found a
Holy cow, last night was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages. That’s one of the benefits of the clocks changing, I think. By
Yesterday the clocks changed, and I celebrated the onset of longer evenings by setting up string lights through my entryway, living room, and dining room.
The clocks have changed and the months of long, dark evenings have arrived. Some bemoan this, and really, if clocks stopped changing twice a year
On Wednesday night, I was supposed to meet up for drinks with an old friend I hadn’t seen in many years. We had texted on
What to do when you’re terrible at keeping your home tidy but you really enjoy having your close friends over? Invite them over anyway. We
You want to stop spending so much. You even wrote a post about it the other day (Financial solutions and headway disorientation update). And yet
As I write this, it’s Monday. It’s Monday and I hate it. I want more weekend. I wish I didn’t have to go to work
I spent my Friday night reading and listening to the sound of rain pounding down outside my windows. No screens. No music. No TV. (Benefits
The ways in which my free time is occupied varies according to whatever I happen to develop an obsession about at any given moment. Yesterday