I returned to my house and family yesterday afternoon and went to bed at 6:00 o’clock. I woke up the next morning a quarter after 8:00 a.m. Frankly, that’s too much sleep.
I did not sleep well. The pain in my neck and shoulder is still here, although not as bad as it was before, but I’m getting fed up now. I canceled the last two massages but I will go on Wednesday because I think part of the problem is my back is really tight. I will continue to stretch, maybe up the time a little bit, and hope I can finally get rid of that pinched nerve or whatever is challenging me. If by April things haven’t improved significantly I’m going to book a physio session.
While taking a bit of a blogging break, I decided to teach myself how to create a website from an existing blog. Meaning, I wanted to have a home page that was fixed (static) and add pages that will guide you to other parts of my creative journey. One of those pages is my blog, but there are other pages as well.
There is a reason for this. And you will see what my plans are soon. (I’m slow with progress, mostly due to external interruptions that are beyond my control, but I will not let anyone stress me out. It will happen when I’m ready.)
Life has been a bit of a slog recently. The neck pain plus the endless lockdown measures have worn me down, not to mention the whole parenting teens thing; one kid is turning 16 on the weekend. I mean…what? How does this happen?
Working on revamping this site, finishing a book, starting puppy walking (I mean, not Tucker, other dogs in the ‘hood), staying (in)sane while Canada remains in the pandemic trenches and…oh look, the sun is shining! Gonna get my bike ready. Continue reading Pause
Disclaimer: I’m going to describe a family situation that irritated me. I’m only doing this because Toronto’s strict lockdown measures are getting us all beyond frustrated, plus the weather has turned much colder making outdoor activities a little less enjoyable, meaning we spend even more time inside together. I’m just saying, we’re all feeling the strain of being together so much in this small house for so long (10 months and counting). Read with a grain of salt. Don’t pity me, I’m fine. And be nice with your comments. 😉
If you’ve read here a while then you know I like to write fiction. Some of you know I write erotic/romantic fiction. Lately, I’ve been on a roll with a particular story that is now into Chapter 10, and I’m not done.
I write at the dining room table facing the open concept kitchen in front of me. The living room is to the left of me.
The family is not here for the most part – the husband teachers his college students in his basement office, the kids are plugged in to their virtual classrooms in their basement rooms.
I take those moments when they’re schooling to focus and write. All good so far, right?
I went to my mom’s this week and stayed a couple of nights (she’s been part of our bubble since the beginning of covid). Today, she took me to a suburban town to a store which imports some goods from Germany. They also have a deli and a bakery where they make prepared food inhouse. For instance, cabbage rolls. (I bought some). 😛
I was excited to go out. I’ve been sitting in either my mom’s house, or my own, typing, purging, cooking or doing other domestic things.
So a trip to a new/different store was exciting! 🙄 For the occasion I even put on actual clothes. Yippie! 😄
The week leading up to Christmas had me feeling low and borderline depressed. This is pretty standard for me this time of year, and was augmented by the prevailing lockdown. I tried to keep my head above water but failed. There is a metaphorical abyss in my life that has a life of its own. For one thing, it moves. It follows me around. 😬