We are having what a coworker called "Seattle weather." It's rainy, foggy and warm-ish. Very weird for Virginia, though I like it tremendously. Just not in January.
On my smile:
Vivian's insistence that everything is hers. "My bay-bee. My shoes. My phone."
Cute. But no, that's not your phone.
On my Kindle:
Continuing with The Tiger's Wife, by Tea Obrecht.
On the Roku:
Still more nothing. It is quite peaceful, actually.
On the menu:
Tomorrow the crock pot crew is assembling another round of Shepherd's Pie.
On my To Do List:
- Sort the disused and too-small clothes for donating
- One paperwork demon down, two more remain
- The cards
In the Crock Pot:
The roast beef with sweet potatoes was so delightful, I think we could stand to have it again.
On the needle:
The Skipping Stones Promised Vest. I think I finally figured out how this is going to work. Go figure, I chucked the patterns altogether.
On the wire
I'm enjoying my mild bout of technology fasting. It's liberating.
No words needed:
Lesson learned the past few days:
the best goal is no goal
On my mind:
A plum tree, next to a hot tub.
Off the page:
“Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it.” ~Eckhart Tolle
