thinking out loud Archive
Tonight will be a meal at the local Chinese. I will surround myself with family and end of the week chatter. The week will disappear into the haze of weekend. I will rest, restore
Sometimes talking about everything except the giant, awkward and uncoordinated elephant in the room is the order of the day.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a minor teary tantrum, in the dark of my car, before eating my feelings at a drive-through burger establishment.
The Husband and I are rekindling our love of the TV series The West Wing.
I continue to be baffled at the decisions of the new government; and if someone could explain to me the weird that was Q and A last night, I'd be ever so grateful.
Tick, tick tick. An election is coming. Again. While politicians and the media scramble for sound bites the voting public watch on. Who to vote for, how to vote, how not to vote, where
My introvert self is telling the rest of me to stop. So I have.
Some days it is not so much what is written as the spaces in between the words. In what is not said more than what is. In the lack of posts. Or, sometimes in
Life is grand. It is just not in the way I pictured it. And that is ok. I often think about what would have happened if Hubby had not accepted that job interstate. If
If something happens and it isn't posted on social media does it really happen?