If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’m experimenting today. I hope that won’t get in the way of your enjoyment, since it’s not you I’m planning to experiment with. Instead, I’m changing things up a bit. Instead of the normal last-minute post I barely get out before midnight on Sunday, here I am, in the last hours of Thursday – yes, you did read that right; I said Thursday! – setting up my post.
The reason why is another part of this experiment – but I’m getting too far ahead of myself, here, and you haven’t even gotten your coat off yet. Sometimes, I’m not the best of hostesses, when I get excited about some shiny new thing in my life…or even an everyday thing being used in a new way.
Okay, now that you’re settling in on the guest chair in my study, and I’ve spun my battered-but-comfy office chair around so we can chat – I can see that you’d like to know what my experiment is….
Well, it’s this. I was writing my Thursday journal entry, and, midway through, I decided to share it as my #weekendcoffeeshare post, because it’s a perfectly sweet and somewhat spicy, slice of my life.
So here we go!
February 9, 2017
Today, we’re having our first real snow event of the season – it’s not quite a blizzard, but has the feel of a slowed-down day where connection and delving seem to be the order of the day.
It’s 1:41 PM now. Miah is in his room. My Accomplice and Lise are in the living room. She’s watching Steven Universe. He’s learning about business plans as he moves forward with his cottage hot sauce industry.
I’m in the bedroom, cross-legged, with Squeak beside me, washing herself. Ami’s been bounding in and out, pouncing on anything likely; she’s got her kitten flag flying high today.
When I finish this entry, I’ll spend a few minutes organizing and prioritizing today’s projects – I’m alternating computer-based and paper-based focus at the moment; today is paper. I’m going to take advantage of the snowy interlude, and dive into things – revisions, homeschool reports, and plotting.
But first, at 2:30PM, I’ll be finishing my ST:TNG quota for the month with Evolution. Because I think he’ll enjoy it, I invited Miah to watch with me, and he accepted.
After that, my Accomplice and I are going to canoodle for a while. His new work schedule, which is very different from what we’ve known for the for the bulk of our marriage, has thrown our love life somewhat out of sync. We’re experimenting with finding a new and more compatible rhythm.
I’ll also be doing some mellow hometending, in a puttery fashion.
I might do some reading, and I will finish my daily #Loveuary drabble. I’ll likely add some new words to my WIP, too, and get things sorted for some back-burner-but-on-deck projects.
But first, it’s time to close the journal, sip coffee, and begin….
If we were having coffee, I’d confess that I actually wrote this post last week, and thought I’d finished and posted it. Only when I was ready to share the link did I realize that it wasn’t there. I found it here, sitting lonely and forgotten here in my files…
It deserves the chance to live and be read. So, even though today is sunny and warm enough that some of the snow I wrote about last week is melting, I’m offering it up, a week late.
It seems a little like a reflection on my life…
And that seems like the perfect place to end, because I see that you’ve finished your coffee, and you’re starting to bundle up.