I didn’t realize it until I sat down to write this post, but Thursday was me & BFK’s 18th Friendiversary. We met September 13, 1999 the first day I started at Jasc. We didn’t really…
Day 52 of 200: The Guy Who Harassed Me All Through High School Had Friends Too
Sixty-five women who went to high school with Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh say he was a nice guy. Barf. The thing with #MeToo is it makes me furious all the time. Every story of…
Day 51 of 200: Autumnal Migratory Habits
Even though I have a lovely desk and a giant monitor upstairs in the loft/office, I work most days from the blue couch in the living room downstairs. Why? Because upstairs is usually kind of…
Day 50 of 200: 1/4 of the Way Through
One good thing happened today. It was really very good and thus you’d think I wouldn’t be such a restless and mildly annoyed jackass, but alas. I’ll spare you the pointless whining and get to…
Day 49 of 200: 6 Billable Hours
Now that I’m a decade into the freelance lifestyle those closest to me have learned not to laugh when I’m all “Uff-da. I worked six hours today.” It sounds ridiculous. I know. Six hours? Working…
Day 48 of 200: So I Had a Bad Day
To be honest, having a good day today wasn’t in the books. I knew this at 12:30 a.m. when I kicked Sully out of my bed for the first time. I’m not sure why the…
Day 47 of 200: The Thwarted Three Nap Plan
I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve been the taker of some pretty epic naps the past three or four days. These are some really good, A-1, gold-medal worthy naps. The kind of naps that…
Day 46 of 200: It’s Going to Take Patience & Time
I’m not sure what I’ve done in this life or a past one, but I’ve had George Harrison’s version of “Got My Mind Set on You” stuck in my head for two weeks now. I…
Day 45 of 200: Cupcake & a Movie
I wonder if it’s because we spend so much of our lives on an academic calendar. Or, for me specifically, with so much of my family-life dictated by this calendar. Or that in Minnesota so…
Day 44 of 200: Miscellany About My Day
Tonight we had Jaycie’s farewell dinner. She leaves early in the a.m. tomorrow to drive back to Oregon for her junior year of college. I won’t get to see her until Thanksgiving. I will miss…