Sweet Insomniac

Time for retreat
Chance for escape
Finding a plane
Where things will take shape

Rhythmic breathing
Muscles like dough
Start with the head
End with the toe

Light as air
One with the dark
Empty the mind
Soon you’ll embark

Near or far
Practice with care
Lest you’ll be lost
Weak spirited beware

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You Make My Heart Erect

I not only need a hearing aid, but I really need to wear my glasses.

When I finished brewing my cup of coffee, my Keurig 2 had a message for me, which I promptly read as TIME TO DESICCATE THE BREWER.  At first I was like which ass clown programmed this particular machine?  And then I was like OHHHHH, time to DESCALE the brewer.  A person with a thin vocabulary might not even understand, and might possibly freak out, thinking the machine has scales.

But, since I hadn’t even taken one sip from my first cup yet, I can understand why my vision and general reasoning are still foggy.

If you’re wondering about the hearing aids, I have 40+ years of experience in pissing people off by making them repeat themselves at least three times.  But now, I’ve learned to politely ask people I’m not familiar with to please speak up because I have terrible hearing loss – along with lip reading to make good and sure I’m hearing correctly.  I still like to piss off family and friends on a regular basis though.

You know the State Farm commercial featuring the old Doris Day classic ‘A Bushel And A Peck’???

 

Well, guess what?  Refer to the title of this entry, and that’s what I thought I was hearing in this commercial, until just a few days ago, when I heard the original tune on an oldies music channel.

Thank goodness for captions on television.  Now where are my glasses……

 

 

Overthinking

It makes for craptastically awesome headaches.  And I’m definitely overthinking things when it comes to categories, tags, and how to arrange my content.  I know, I’m sloppy.

Trying to come up with something separate for my crocheting is not going well.  I was hoping for a side site of sorts.  But, I think I’m stuck just adding any crochet entries into my main blog.

I guess it’s better than ‘Cara’s Crochet Chronicles‘, which almost became a completely new and separate blog – which I’m trying to avoid.  I used to have 2 blogs, and it’s too much for my ADHD.

Speaking of ADHD, I need to rethink my categories.  There are too many.  I’ve learned that effective tagging is the way to go.

Meanwhile, prepare for occasional entries about my temperature blanket progress, and other unfinished projects, which have been sitting around for at least 2 years.

Send Eye Bleach … ASAP

Better yet, just give me a mini scoop.  You know, the kind that makes mini melon balls.

All I wanted was something like this!

But NOOOOOOOOO!  Giphy had to go and do THIS to me.

I guess that’s what happens when I try to blog late in the day.  The weird side of the internet decides to attack unsuspecting innocents.

Be afraid.  Be very afraid.

Is it too late for a beverage?  I’m slightly afraid to sleep tonight.

 

How To Avoid Rebound Flu

…when your spouse comes down with the plague…

Become encrusted with something impenetrable.

Purchase gallons of disinfectant, douse the house with it, and light a match – after wrapping said spouse in layers of bubble wrap for an escape, whilst wearing something suitable for nuclear fallout.

Or, just load up on zinc and vitamin c, purchase extra Clorox wipes, Lysol spray, face masks, gloves, and hope for the best, whilst sleeping in the other room.

If I get sick again, I’ll be pissed, because hubby is the sharing type, and I don’t like to share germs. I’m a germophobe (sp?). If he weren’t my husband (for better or worse … sickness and health … blah blah blah), I’d be staying at the hotel down the road.

STAY AWAY