Attila is hard at work this evening. He waited until I arrived home from work, then offered me my very last chance to grace the old throne. It has been retired, at last, to be replaced with a very inexpensive, low-flow, dual-flush model. Mist does not approve. Mist has a thing about forbidden sources of… Continue reading The New Throne
Author: Maggie Turner
It can’t be the middle of August!
Another week of my life has rolled by with nothing of note to signify its passing. This is a luxury. There have been times in my life where time and geography were the only hope that existed; the moments and places were far too grim to linger or to rest. Time and geography proved worthy… Continue reading It can’t be the middle of August!
Releasing energy to the wild…
Writing is really doing it for me. I slept for about four hours last night, woke up ruminating about work. I have to stop spending so much time there! At least I slept. First thing I did this morning was to write an email to the owner of the company about our small dog problem.… Continue reading Releasing energy to the wild…
Writing myself to sleep!
Here I am, sitting awake, exhausted and it is hours past the time I would normally fall asleep. I am wound up too tight to relax; I’v had a bad week at work. I’ve been working from eight in the morning until seven at night for the last week. I was asked to do this… Continue reading Writing myself to sleep!
One step, then another step…
This is a placeholder. Attila and I have, in addition to working six days a week, been working overtime. Attila because they are so busy, me because the computer systems were down for a week and chaos has ensued. We are both working this morning; I am slipping onto the computer to touch base, if… Continue reading One step, then another step…