Talking sense again, as he so frequently does. With bonus crypto feminism.
This is so sweet, and so well intentioned, and so slyly funny, that I simply must repost it. Scanged from Reddit.
I haven’t been very productive in the last couple of days, but I am not particularly worried about it. I’m getting back on the horse, so to speak. I’ve noticed that after a ‘high’ – like the trip, which was remarkable in many ways – there is a ‘low’. I feel sludgy, contemplative, grumpy and immobilized. That part doesn’t last either. It’s all a question of balance.
And you can laugh at me, but my mOm still loves me.
Every time I see an Echidna, I think of Gerald Durrell. He’s one of my all time favorite writers – he crafts a sentence so very well, and his descriptions are pithy and memorable.
This morning I’m going to treat like a work morning. I’m going to get up and make Jeff brekkie, then I am going to sit at the kitchen table and make a paper list, and then I’m going to do it. It’s all boring domestic stuff, and when it’s done, I suspect I’ll get back on task.
Last night I made a phone call that I’ve been dreading for two weeks now. To preserve the dignity and privacy of those involved (and also to prevent myself from looking a right asshole, always a difficult task) I can’t really talk about it. With that behind me I can start feeling a little perkier again.
But I would like to thank Deb and Tammy for helping me get to the point I could actually make that call. Without friends, we’re wild animals in a lonely and challenging place. And thanks, Jeff.