A tiny tree sits next to a pine-scented candle, and it is drizzling outside. Zen wanders through the house, pausing to express her displeasure at all of the chilly corners that lack FunkyPlaid's presence. But soon he will be coming home, and we'll all be warmer. You have noticed by now that despite being Day... Continue Reading →
I'm reading Patricia Highsmith's "The Price of Salt" and enjoying the new fireplace in my inlaws' living-room. Not pictured but very close by: FunkyPlaid. 💕 Writing from: a cozy home in Marin County, California. Listening to: the quiet whir of the fireplace.
Gift-giving makes me incredibly anxious. I'm not certain where it comes from, but it is pervasive at this time of year, especially when I don't have my very best shopping pal at my side to talk me out of talking myself out of choices. I do like giving people things, but I'm always convinced I've... Continue Reading →
A beautiful box of Christmas cheer from my dad and stepmom was waiting for me when I arrived home. It could not have come at a better time; with FunkyPlaid away I haven't felt much holiday spirit this year, and last week's weather foiled two of my planned holiday outings. Then this week's weather caused... Continue Reading →
I got a little more sleep last night but still not enough to fully replenish my depleted reserves of patience and compassion. I stayed late at work again, then evening traffic was stupid so I stopped off at Fred Meyer for a spot of grocery shopping and ended up wandering the aisles, looking for weirdness.... Continue Reading →