It's cold and sunny, which is nice for wearing a new sweater to work, but later this week it is going to get into the 60s. That is so wrong.
On my smile:
Lots. And often.
On my Kindle:
I was all set to read Roadside Picnic, by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. It was loaded up on the kindle and ready to go. But somehow, I ended up opening up The Tiger's Wife, by Tea Obrecht, instead. I'm halfway through and enchanted and curious.
On the Roku:
Still more nothing. It's nice to hear myself think, actually.
On the menu:
On Saturday, I made my first-ever paleo meal. It was an amazing dish of roasted Cornish game hen, sweet potatoes, and a base with onions, garlic and shitake mushrooms. I served the whole thing with steamed asparagus, and it was so good I had it again on Sunday with Lizzy after Pilates.
On my To Do List:
The meditation zone is still in progress, but it languishes in favor of more pressing concerns:
- Apply for a second job
- Gather the paperwork for the DMV, Social Security office, and court.
- Breathe
In the Crock Pot:
Roast beef. We are going to try it with sweet potatoes. You never know.
On the needle:
Starting the Skipping Stones Promised Vest. I have retooled the pattern a number of times.
On the wire
Why New Year's Resolutions Suck (and how to fix them)
No words needed:
Lesson learned the past few days:
Breathe.
On my mind:
The sixes: The coming six months, six weeks, six hours.
Off the page:
"Smile, breathe and go slowly." ~Thich Nhat Hanh
