I lay in the dark with my eyes closed as my beloved rubs his hand lightly across my back. We are silent. The room is silent, save the steady rustle of fans on low that shift the edges of the sheets. The house is silent, save the occasional pacing of…
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I’ve been reading a book called Burnout by Nagoski and Nagoski. My counselor recommended it and I do, too, even though I’m not finished with it yet. There were lots of bits I earmarked and underlined in the early pages, but what really nabbed me was the discussion of the…
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It’s just gone 4am and I’ve had about 12 ounces of red wine. Don’t judge. I woke up before 2:30, jolted from sleep by the pain in my arm. It’s not a heart attack or anything like that — I think I have a pinched nerve. However, I can’t rest,…
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Courtesy: asnoosylife Well, compassion fatigue is something different, sure, but it all boils down to being … fatigued. I mentioned in my post from yesterday that I’m either fighting a pinched nerve, carpal tunnel, or both; on top of that, I am just mentally and emotionally exhausted. Have been for…
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Well hey! If you thought yourself a regular follower of this space, it is true … I am not a visibly regular writer. I stated that purposefully because I do post more frequently on a private page in this blog to a small group. I keep the pages private because…
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Yesterday, I shared an ‘air hug’ with a woman I didn’t know. Today, I found out that there are no identified cases of this latest virus in my county. Here’s the thing. After the world stopped on 11 September, people were a little kinder: folks let other folks go first…
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I might be a little bigger than I was when the Don’t Eat That! blog post was written. A couple years ago, I wrote a blog post with info about things you shouldn’t feed your canine family members. The post also included other tips from the site, The Goody Pet.…
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I suppose we all were shocked to hear what happened to basketball player Kobe Bryant and the others aboard the helicopter weekend before last. As I mentioned in my last Getaway post, I had flown to Phoenix for work. I am home now, safe and sound. 1. I am grateful…
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I sat on the side of the bed and wept. It wasn’t the first time this week, but it was certainly the longest and ugliest. I’d taken a short flight from my home airport for a week’s on-ground assignment for work. As we drove to the airport, I could see…
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Journaling is not something I am particularly fond of doing. It means taking time away from whatever else I am doing to write about my thoughts, what’s happening in my brain about a thing at that moment in time. Writing journal entries in my head while I look for the…