MONDAY

falling snow on antique wrought iron chairs

mug of tea on snowy windowsill

We had all the snow today. It was glorious.

Sadly, Snow Days are a thing of the past, as everyone is now equipped to work from home. I guess now the only Snow Days will be power outages. Power Outage Day. Doesn’t have quite the same poetic ring to it.

TUESDAY

turquoise buddha figurine with mirror and cookie fortune

Snow through the night turned today into another work from home day. I guess Work From Home is the next best thing to Snow Day. Mmm…maybe Sick Day is better.

Yep. I’m that weirdo that kinda likes being sick cuz I get to stay in bed as long as needed without the “I really should be_____” guilt. I’m SICK. I can’t be expected to work/blog/edit photos/wash the dishes/answer the phone. It’s an Automatic Free Pass to almost everything.

I won’t lie. I was disappointed that I didn’t get more Free Passes during Cancer Year. I mean, seriously, if you can get Free Passes THEN, when can you??

WEDNESDAY

If Fashion Schlub disappears, this is where I am. Big Hit Entertainment is recruiting new stylists for their company. Big Hit is the entertainment company that manages BTS. Those men need some properly fitting clothes 🙂

CAN YOU IMAGINE?!? I’m screaming inside.

THURSDAY

reflection of fairy lights in antique mirror

Well. That was a day. My alarm didn’t go off so I was running very late…then I couldn’t budge my car from its icy spot in the driveway. I had to call an Uber. And pay $44 to go to work. And couldn’t escape the humans at lunchtime cuz no car + snow covering outdoor walking spots. When I finally got home I didn’t get past the living room. Didn’t want computer or phone or snack…but there was some sun so I was able to lie (lay?) on the sofa and read and disconnect from all of it.

the day was so bad.
not feeling very grateful.
my world was too small.

FRIDAY

Thought of the day: Procrastination is not about being lazy. Well, sometimes it is, but…for me, it’s often rooted in anxiety. Anxiety about taking the next step. If I do the thing and it’s wrong, what will happen? It will surely be embarrassing or worse, therefore, I will just not do the thing. Even though NOT doing the thing will probably lead to the same result.

I have a work project right now that I am just absolutely STUCK ON. Feet in cement, can’t move forward. Because I can already imagine what the outcome will be when I finish. So I don’t finish.

Stupid, but…that’s why procrastination is not generally a prized behavior.

And that was my day.

SATURDAY

Oh, stayed up til 4:30am watching the last 97 episodes (gross exaggeration for dramatic effect) of a series. Woke up at 7:30am like whoa, really? surely I can lay back down for 5 minutes….woke up again at 12:30pm. Alrighty. Day half shot. Market, deli, lunch, worked on blog posts…and now it’s 8pm and I’m headed to the sofa to start a new series. That was my day.

Living the dream.

SUNDAY

Stupor Bowl Sunday.

Not my favorite day. Don’t recall if I’ve ever shared this story here before. About why Super Bowl is not my jam.

Super Bowl Sunday 1982. I was 21. I went to visit my father in the hospital in the late afternoon. He’d just had a hip replacement a day or two before. His second, as the first had been such a success. We chatted a bit. Conversation between my father and I always a little awkward. He shared he was not feeling that well, that he’d called for his doctor and had gotten no response. But you know, he said, Super Bowl Sunday. Yeah. Super Bowl Sunday.

He was half-watching the pre-game-show, whatever that thing is…and was distracted from our conversation, so I didn’t stay long. “I guess you want to watch your show, I’ll go.”

And I left.

And he died later that night from a blood clot to his lung.

Super Bowl Sunday, no doctor around. Super Bowl Sunday, father distracted. Super Bowl Sunday, I didn’t stay for a longer visit.

Super Bowl Sunday.