So it was the mister's birthday a couple weeks ago, and I bought him one of those "neck lights" - the kind you'd use for knitting, but he uses them for reading. Annnnnnnyway, this morning he's sitting in his office chair with the neck lights on, spinning around slowly, gleefully announcing "I'm a lighthouse!"
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A Useful App for Focusing
A quick review of the app FocusedOS, which helps you block apps and other distractions across all your Apple devices.
And here we are, heading into the week that has no days. Today is supposedly Monday, but Friday is happening on Wednesday this week, so is it really Wednesday? And who knows what "real" Friday will be - a second Saturday, perhaps? And don't even get me started about Sunday happening on Thursday. I'm just gonna free-fall my way into the new year…
I've been busy baking sweets to go in the "Christmas Boxes" I send to family, and yesterday I made some cookies and iced them with royal icing. The icing didn't set - it's still sticky, and whether I put too much water in or it's just too humid, I do not know. But they can't be mailed and I am bereft. The mister, on the other hand, is gleeful and views this as a complete boon - an entire batch of cookies (they taste wonderful!) that he can eat!
Mind Blown
Over the years, I have searched and searched for a way to use a tablet with desktop Illustrator. Today, I learned two things that have changed my quest dramatically.
Toilet Paper Math
Restocking our TP supply, we discovered that the rolls are smaller than the last package we bought. Shrinkflation, you cry! Or is something else going on here? Let's do some math!
Straight kombucha is too hard on my system, but I've been enjoying mixing it with San Pellegrino. I've been calling it Boochagrino, but the mister thinks it should be Pelleboocha. He's wrong, but I love him nevertheless.
Went to a holiday party out in Agoura Hills last night. Big house up in the hills. We were talking about whether I could stand living someplace like that. 10 years ago, I would have said absolutely not. Now, it's more like probably not. But mostly still best to have friends you can visit who live in houses like that.
I have a knitting project - a hat, to be exact - that has been sitting in my drawer unfinished because I can't bring myself to pick up stitches around the edge to do the brim. Note to self: never start a pattern that needs stitches to be picked up.
Such odd feelings this morning. The mister left in the wee hours for back-to-back out-of-town shoots (Bardstown then Albuquerque) and won't be back until nearly Christmas. I am simultaneously thrilled and bereft. It'll be lovely to center myself and lay groundwork for my projects, but I'm absolutely dreading a solo run through most of the holiday season. Why can't things just be all good once in a while?