Jiggedy-Jig

 Herself speaks.

The past two weeks were a whirlwind of travel, for volunteering things and Offspring-social-related-things, and it was all good and motivating and very intensive and holy cow, my brain and my feet and my capacity for interaction with other human beings are all so tired. I want to just sit in the quiet of my house. But work is Oh So Busy and Life Continues Apace, so I march forward, one day at a time, trying to get things done. 

I am also trying not to read the news, because the news continues to be just SO TERRIBLE (not to mention occasionally ridiculous). I can only focus on so much at once -- full-on, self-protective mode, here we are. 

Yesterday at the end of the business lunch, my fortune cookie was vaguely ominous. It could be interpreted as positive, but all I could think was, Please, NO, Universe, I have learned enough lessons for now, I do not need any more. 

On we go. One step at a time. 

More Travels

Monday Meme-day

The Beauty in Small Things

Chemical Sunset

 And on the opposite side of pre-dawn driving music, we have another song from Orville Peck's new album:  Chemical Sunset.

This would be my current audio stim. Excellent. 

I hope you enjoy.

Midnight Ride

 Recently, I found myself driving back from the airport in the very small hours of the morning -- I had just delivered Offspring the Third, off on a work-related adventure (best of luck, my lovely young man, I hope it is a fantastic journey!), and was returning home along the nearly empty highway. 

I'd forgotten the small pleasure of solitary highway driving in the pre-dawn hours. 

The moment was made complete by one of the songs from Orville Peck's new album: Midnight Ride.

Nice.

For that one brief moment, everything was OK.