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What a delicious Friday morning. I'm working from home, but i don't need to start until normal working hours! The mystery of the exhaustion was resolved (hormonal; i wish i could predict that but my "cycles" are very lopsided and wobbly), and out i went for a walk last night.
Today: no wheat, no sweets.
Also, if work can manage not to be in a panic ... oh look, an 8 am meeting. Sigh.
We have a yard sale tomorrow: the neighborhood all shares in the same day, and i decided to participate by selling this year. Some of my white Pfaltzgraff Heritage dishes from college will be on sale: coffee pot, pitcher, salt and pepper, cream & sugar, and seven cups and saucers. Sentiment isn't good enough, and i prefer my mismatched collections. Mom has returned to me the dishes i bought at thrift stores in Philly for her: those are going, too. Those, in fact, were the tipping point: there was NO WHERE to put those. I purged the vase collection, and that has actually purchased some storage room. The other dishes just bought wiggle room where dishes were tightly packed or precariously stacked. I may take a few breaks today to sort through a little more.
I have memorized the first thirty elements of the periodic table. I think these will be the easiest, as they are all fairly common except 21 Scandium and 23 Vanadium.
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And Saturday comes. I HOPE i forgot to take my antidepressant yesterday. The end of the day i was overwhelmed with impostor syndrome thoughts, triggered by talking to my new boss about my reviews of the team plus having a less than successful time taking photos in the hills.
There. It doesn't begin to catch the delight of the lupines in the sun, the white butterflies fluttering over them, and the deer (who were curious about what the human was doing laying down in the grasses and so on, but were pretty unconcerned otherwise).
YARD SALE.
Today: no wheat, no sweets.
Also, if work can manage not to be in a panic ... oh look, an 8 am meeting. Sigh.
We have a yard sale tomorrow: the neighborhood all shares in the same day, and i decided to participate by selling this year. Some of my white Pfaltzgraff Heritage dishes from college will be on sale: coffee pot, pitcher, salt and pepper, cream & sugar, and seven cups and saucers. Sentiment isn't good enough, and i prefer my mismatched collections. Mom has returned to me the dishes i bought at thrift stores in Philly for her: those are going, too. Those, in fact, were the tipping point: there was NO WHERE to put those. I purged the vase collection, and that has actually purchased some storage room. The other dishes just bought wiggle room where dishes were tightly packed or precariously stacked. I may take a few breaks today to sort through a little more.
I have memorized the first thirty elements of the periodic table. I think these will be the easiest, as they are all fairly common except 21 Scandium and 23 Vanadium.
--==∞==--
And Saturday comes. I HOPE i forgot to take my antidepressant yesterday. The end of the day i was overwhelmed with impostor syndrome thoughts, triggered by talking to my new boss about my reviews of the team plus having a less than successful time taking photos in the hills.
There. It doesn't begin to catch the delight of the lupines in the sun, the white butterflies fluttering over them, and the deer (who were curious about what the human was doing laying down in the grasses and so on, but were pretty unconcerned otherwise).
YARD SALE.
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