Tag: time

in which we talk crone week

It’s Crone Week, y’all. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about all of this, but I’m also trying not to be overly concerned with how I’m “supposed” to feel right now. I have enough on my plate without trying to jam my feelings into propriety. I’ve spent my day engaging in active comfort; a long early morning walk, flea…

in which there is an attempt at commitment

Folks talk about Wednesdays being the WORST, but for me, Tuesdays offer up the greatest challenge. Mondays are terrific, full of promise and excitement and plans, and Wednesdays are my half- way point- almost home free! By Thursday I can almost smell the weekend and I’m starting to plan out time with Sam and friends, and hell, then Friday comes and…

in which there is neither time nor space

I am so damn tired. If you ask me how things are, trust that half of whatever answer I give you is a lie. I have no idea how I’m doing. There is no room in my life for me to figure it out: there is no space, no time, no quiet. There isn’t any area of my life that…