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About sara

i live in michigan with my teenage daughter, my partner, and our three cats. i am a paralegal, legal manager and corporate governance specialist, and when i'm not reading contracts or maintaining the dusty archives of our arcane corporate history like some weirdly specific librarian, i enjoy knitting, books, running slowly, making candles, and bird-watching. i started blogging way back when I was an expat living in australia and in recent years have tried to be more diligent about keeping this space up to date and as a creative outlet for the things in my life that inspire me and balance my 9-5.

which is mostly about knitting

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I cast off on my New Year’s socks and am proud to reveal them as the “Lost Cathedral” socks, following on my fondness for the literary. These are named after “Chimes of a Lost Cathedral” by Janet Fitch.

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They are Raveled but I can tell you that I used Wendy’s Toe-Up Sock Pattern and the yarn is Six and Seven Fiber Alfalfa in the “Avonlea” colorway. As soon as they were off the needles, they were on my feet, and friends, this yarn is wonderful. It’s very warm, soft, and not a bit itchy. I plan on taking my mother to Wool and Honey the next time I’m up north so she can pick a color and I can knit her a pair – it is my new favorite sock yarn. My only grievance is that I did not cast off as loosely as I should on one cuff so it takes a bit of finagling to get it on but once it’s on, it’s fine, and I knit them a bit shorter than I usually do, as well.

My next knitting item for discussion is the Pink Memories sweater which I’ve been chunking away at for almost a year now. Friends, I need a stiff drink to tell you this, but after finishing the ribbing, I now think I have to frog it back to mid-chest.

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You probably can’t see it as well in this picture, but I realized a fair way through that I had messed up the garter stitch just under the breast (I did two rows of purl which makes a strange compressed line instead of a normal garter stitch). Before that, there was a knot tie join in one of the skeins and it of course ended up on the front of the sweater with scraggly ends. I also dropped a stitch or did something wonky to one of the yoke-shaping stitches which makes it look gappy and strange. I thought I could live with these errors but I have realized that I simply can’t. I don’t want to wear my first sweater and constantly be self-conscious that everyone can see a strange bust line and a gaping stitch and a weird yarn join right in the front and think “yeah, I can tell she knitted that thing herself…”

…I think I have to tear it back and try to salvage what I can or entirely start over.

I know it will be worth it when it’s done – it’s a great pattern and beautiful yarn – but it’s a hard pill to swallow and I’ve been absorbing myself in all sorts of other little tasks to avoid tackling this painful process. I’m hoping it will now be finished and ready to wear for winter 2021.

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The kiddo had a snow day today which was utterly ridiculous. It’s been such a mild winter that there haven’t  been many snow days and I think everyone just so badly wanted a day that they pounced – our district called it before the first flake even fell. Now at noon, there is MAYBE a wet inch on the ground and bare pavement still to be seen. Miss L is thrilled, off with her neighborhood friends to enjoy it (although I doubt there’s even enough for a sad snowman), and I’m working from home with my three faithful four-legged colleagues, Emmett, Sarge, and Josie, and catching up on some blogging on my lunch hour.

I’m not going to argue that a day to downshift hasn’t been appreciated. It’s been a busy couple of weeks with Miss L’s play rehearsals, school tasks, dance classes and now Girl Scout Cookie season in full swing. Miss L has been finishing up picking up and delivering cookies, we had a booth last weekend and two more this weekend.

In other news, I have a new favorite toy. I finally made good on my promise to get a trail cam – I got this one from Amazon. (Note: you’ll see a preponderance of five star reviews which may sway you that it’s the best thing since sliced bread – caveat emptor that inside the packaging, the savvy seller promised an Amazon gift card to everyone who left a five star review. That said, although the feedback is probably more flattering than what I would dispense, it’s been a good little camera for the price.) As a result – meet Paczki the yard possum. (For you non-Michiganders, it’s pronounced “Poonchkey” and it is a very popular Fat Tuesday bakery item and the best ones come from Poland or, if you can’t get your hands on a pack of those, then definitely Hamtramck – the pastries not the possums).

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I’m catching up on a lot of NPR Fresh Air episodes via podcast and they reviewed an album by jazz guitarist Jeff Parker which I had to get. Post title is from the first track, featuring vocals by his daughter Ruby Parker, and the lyrics seem fitting for a faux snow-day.

“everyone moves / like they’ve someplace to go / build a nest and watch the world / go by slow. / A wise one told me / they were disconsolate; / there are no trapdoors / if you believe in fate.”

 

2020 Betsie Bay Frozen 5k Race Recap

The Betsie Bay Frozen 5k started as a friends-only race one Saturday in February and has grown to 200-250 participants with great raffle prizes and a charitable component. It’s one of my favorite running events because of the small-town feel and the totally unpredictable Northern Michigan weather! This is my third (non-consecutive) year running it; one year was a solid, somewhat calm 28 degrees, one year was almost 50 and sunny, and this year was 21 with a 9-degree wind chill and strong gusts off Lake Michigan. You have to dress appropriately!

Race headquarters is the VFW in downtown Frankfort, a block from the Lake Michigan shore. Once you’ve checked in and gotten your bib and t-shirt (this year day-Glo orange), you get on a schoolbus and they trek you down Main Street, across M22 over the Betsie River, through downtown Elberta and up the bluff to the Lake Michigan overlook. It’s always a fun time to chat up other participants and pet some dogs. Up on the exposed, wintry bluff, you wait for the air horn to signal you to run back to the VFW. The event organizers set a start date of 10AM but anyone who has run it before knows that this is just a vague guideline. It takes a lot of organizing to get 200 people on school buses and this year we shivered on top of that bluff for what felt like a loooong time before the air horn went off at around 10:20. Miss L and my folks were parked in Frankfort along Main Street and kept me updated on what they saw across the bay – “There’s a school bus just sitting there…there’s two buses coming your way….both buses are going up the hill…”

There was a lot of snow on the ground and many runners were wearing Yak Trax, which I don’t have, but despite the steep downhill for the first quarter mile, I didn’t have any real issues with footing. The first mile to M22 felt considerably warmer out of the wind, although it took a bit for my feet to feel like anything other than frozen blocks clomping down the road. M22 had a nice tailwind, but the turn down Main Street in Frankfort meant we picked up the headwind off Lake Michigan again, strong and icy. It took my breath away and my eyes were streaming.The footing was also considerably more treacherous, with deep snow and slush. I passed my folks & Miss L and there were waves all around and I really wanted to just climb in the car with them. But I kept going, took a walk break to catch my breath, and finished.

Watch Time: 33:11, 10:42/ave

Official Time: 33:07, 10:41/ave

Which makes it not only my slowest time in this race, but my slowest time for any 5k in recent memory. I note this, but honestly, it doesn’t bother me. I’ve essentially been off for January and February, due to a sudden vitriolic hatred of the treadmill at work, and I likely won’t start running again regularly until I can get back outside with safe footing and longer, brighter days. So finishing in the time I did and with only one walk break is totally acceptable.

It was a whirlwind weekend for me as I was back in the car Sunday for the long drive back downstate – Miss L gets a couple of additional days up north with my folks as she’s on winter break. We checked out the cold and windy beach, went sweatshirt-shopping at the Interlochen Student Store, and had burgers at Dinghy’s in Frankfort. I would have liked to have stayed longer, but I’m hoarding my vacation for longer visits in the summer and fall. And even a short time in my happy place is time well spent!

there are never enough i love you’s

Hi all, just wanted to check in quickly to wish you a Happy Valentine’s Day! I am heading up north with Miss L for a weekend with my parents and to run one of my favorite 5k’s on Saturday morning. I’m packing warm running clothes, a hot water bottle, sweatpants, some knitting projects and books. Since the New Year, work has been somewhat stressful, so having even a long weekend for a quick reset / getaway feels huge.

Brandon is working hard, so can’t go with us, but we’re not big V-day celebrants anyway – we don’t spend a lot of money, we just exchange cards and small things to make each other smile.

I will be back early next week with a race recap and hopefully a finished knitting object – I’m closing in on the pair of socks I started last month. In the meantime, keep your feet warm and dry and be well! xo

show us your books! january reads

It feels like I’ve had a lot of books in the fire this month (that was a strange half-metaphor that I should probably go back and delete and reword but I’m guessing you guys know what I mean) but my stats are disappointingly low when I go back to recap. Never mind. There were a couple of good ones that I can’t wait to tell you about!

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The Chestnut Man by Søren Sveistrup was a Nordic thriller and I love a good Nordic thriller especially in the middle of winter. Sveistrup is the man behind the Danish show “The Killing” – I didn’t watch the Danish original, but I really enjoyed the American version starring Mireille Enos and Joel Kinnaman. Chestnut Man follows two seemingly mismatched detectives tracking a serial killer and although I didn’t like it quite as much as other thrillers I’ve read, I was hooked until the big reveal at the end (which I didn’t see coming). I would definitely read more by this author about these characters.

The Dark Angel by Elly Griffiths – yes, yes, another Ruth Galloway mystery but now I’m caught up in the series with no more to read or write about until there’s a new offering. In this most recent, Ruth takes a trip to Italy to help consult with a colleague about some Roman remains (and temporarily escape her complicated relationship with local police officer DCI Nelson who is her daughter Kate’s father). As always, the mix of history, archaeology, a charming protagonist in Dr Ruth Galloway, and a thorny love story makes this series a total winner in my book.

The Five by Hallie Rubenhold is my starred review this month. I confess to being a bit of a Ripperologist so when I bought this on my Kindle I thought I was in for another assessment of Jack and yet another opinion on his identity. However, Jack the Ripper is really a marginal character, as much as he can be – the book is an intensely researched, thorough, and sympathetic deep dive into the lives of his canonical five victims. These women are rarely considered, but reading about their tragic lives in Victorian England and how they have been viewed (and disparaged) made me realize they aren’t simply the victims of a deranged serial killer, they are truly victims of the society in which they were born women. Rubenhold reconstructs the terrible reality of misogyny, poverty, domestic abuse and addiction that these women experienced, in most cases trying to take care of an ever-growing number of children (see below) on paltry earnings. It can be no surprise that these demands resulted in alcoholism, divorce or death, and left them and their children at risk, in and out of slums and workhouses. Although the press coverage (both then and now) describes them as prostitutes, except for one, they were not in fact sex workers by trade. What they were was poor, abused, homeless, and addicted. History has done these women a grievous disservice and Rubenhold’s book is a long overdue revelation about our collective instinct to blame and forget the victim while turning the perpetrator into a celebrity.

“A woman’s entire function was to support men, and if the roles of their male family members were to support the roles and needs of men wealthier than them, then the women at the bottom were driven like piles deeper and harder into the ground in order to bear the weight of everyone else’s demands. A woman’s role was to produce children and to raise them, but because rudimentary contraception and published information about birth control was made virtually unavailable to the poor, they…had no real means of managing the size of their families or preventing an inevitable backslide into financial hardship. The inability to break this cycle – and to better their own prospects and those of their children – would have been soul crushing, but borne with resignation.” – Hallie Rubenhold, “The Five”

Inspired: Slaying Giants, Walking on Water, and Loving the Bible Again by Rachel Held Evans may have been my starred review if I hadn’t read The Five. Brandon and I have divergent belief systems – he is a committed Christian and I am an agnostic – and we frequently discuss the nature of faith. I am perplexed by his ability to see the Bible as a sacred text and believe, unquestioningly, in it (at least, the New Testament); he is perplexed and somewhat sad that I can’t, although he is very non-judgmental. This book really brought me closer to understanding the upside of Christianity. Rachel Held Evans was born into a conservative Christian family but left the evangelical church after years of struggling with what she saw as its exclusionary and judgemental views. The very reasons that she left the church are the reasons why I am not a Christian. Sadly, Ms. Evans died at age 37 from illness but left behind several works questioning and researching Christianity. From the New York Times: “Her congregation was online, and her Twitter feed became her church, a gathering place for thousands to question, find safety in their doubts and learn to believe in new ways. Her work became the hub for a diaspora. She brought together once-disparate progressive, post-evangelical groups and hosted conferences to try to include nonwhite and sexual minorities, many of whom felt ostracized by the churches of their youth. She wrote four popular books, which wrestled with evangelicalism and the patriarchy of her conservative Christian upbringing, and documented her transition to a mainline Christian identity, which moved away from biblical literalism toward affirmation of L.G.B.T. people.

And this month I have a bonus audiobook- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern. I read a lot of criticism about this book, with many reviewers disliking it as meandering and incomprehensible and at worst, pointless. While I don’t think I totally understood it all, and it could have benefited from some editing, I enjoyed listening to it. Her writing is so detailed and the worlds she builds so compelling that I could see myself in every scene even if it was a dollhouse full of bees the size of cats on a sea of confetti. I wish there could have been more from my favorite character Kat – knitter, secret-diary-writer – but all in all it made my dark wintry commutes fly by.

Whew!! Kind of a deep SUYB this month but all good stuff. Can’t wait to see what you’ve gotten into!

Life According to Steph

 

and if it snows that stretch down south won’t ever stand the strain

So long, January, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.

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When we last visited, I was in the dank pit of seasonal grumpiness…but now January is over and somehow we all survived. February can be tough, too, but it’s a shorter month, the days are becoming incrementally longer, and hopefully there will be a bit more sunshine than we’ve had recently. A girl can dream.

No one else in the house except for the cats have had the same January doldrums as I have (and they’re doing better now that their Prozac has been refilled). Brandon built shelves for our master closet and painted the upstairs hallway and rehung all of my family pictures in that hallway, all on the weekends even though he works long days during the week and has a long commute, too. All I ever want to do on weekends is take naps. Miss L, too, has been a tiny dynamo. She auditioned for her middle school play, she’s auditioned for a small scholarship to a wonderful fine arts summer camp for her flute, she continues three hours a week of dance, and altogether she is a beam of bright light and enthusiasm and fearlessness. I could not be more proud of her.

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I’m knitting away on my traditional New Year socks, which are usually just a simple sock recipe and usually get named after a book. (Last year’s was Killing Commendatore  by Murakami.) While I knit, we’re watching His Dark Materials on HBO and after we’re done, I’ll have Miss L watch the feature length film version, Golden Compass, with Daniel Craig and Nicole Kidman. In general I  like the HBO version better, although I just can’t with Lin-Manuel Miranda as Lee Scoresby. Lee in my head is always a Carradine.

So this is January, done and dusted. I did great with meal planning in January, and tried some new recipes that will continue into our rotations. I love the cast iron skillet and cookbook, and I tried a couple of crockpot recipes from Pinterest that made Miss L’s dance days easier. I also did very well with waking up earlier / getting to work earlier; a good habit to continue in February and once it starts getting lighter earlier, I hope to add some morning walks / runs into my weekly schedule, weather permitting.
Looking ahead to February, I hope to run more and be outside more; I have one of my favorite small races, the Betsie Bay Frozen 5k. I also want to hit the gym at least once a week for weight training. I want to drink more matcha green tea lattes. I struggled with the no-spend January, so I’m going to push myself to do better in February, although we are buying a rug and a chair for the den and maybe a runner for the newly painted upstairs hallway. One of the things I splurged on in January that was specifically on my “no spend” list was yarn – sigh – I have a problem. I got this colorway from Etsy after seeing this post. So once the New Year’s socks are finished, named, and unveiled, I’ll be casting on.

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I hope you are all proud of yourselves for making it through January even if you didn’t struggle as much as I did (and I hope you didn’t). I look forward to hearing more about my blog and vlog friends’ February plans and projects, books and shows and podcasts and passions, and lives in general. Be well and exercise self care and maybe pet some dogs or cats and stay hydrated and my mom says D3 is good and it’s always good to create some art with pencils or paint or yarn or words or your camera or your voice.
xo Happy February!

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this week is born ugly

“Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good what ever the weather, and everybody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be.” – John Steinbeck, “Sweet Thursday”

It’s a sad fact of life (mine, at least) that no amount of organization – washi tape and cute stickers in planners, dinners carefully plotted and shopped for, weekends spent doing laundry and filling empty tanks with gas – can really offset a week that is just determined to be bad. It’s also a fact that some weeks aren’t bad because anything bad actually happens, but because I am somehow incapable of viewing anything that happens as good. This may not make any sense but it’s been my reality this week in particular.

This week I hate my job, and everyone is on my nerves and asking for ridiculous things at the last minute that I can’t accomplish and even if I could I wouldn’t want to. I don’t want to work out because I’m sick of the treadmill and then I’m more miserable because I haven’t worked out. I haven’t gotten any natural light in days and all of my pants are too tight. This week the cats have run out of Prozac and are bickering and yowling at odd hours of the night and waking everybody up. This week I tried new recipes from new cookbooks that Miss L ended up hating and by the way she can’t find her tights for dance.

This week I have to watch more squawking Republicans on television while they try to make lame excuses for their morally and ethically bankrupt President who is so undeserving of any sort of defense that it’s enough to gag a maggot off a gut wagon, as my grandmother is wont to say (although not about Trump, sadly).

I’m sure next week will be better and I am TRYING TO REMEMBER TO EXPRESS GRATITUDE AND NOT PISSINESS DAMN IT.

Thank you for listening to my rant and I will be back soon with an improved attitude (IF IT KILLS ME).

In the meantime, a few things that I’ve used as sandbags this week against the creeping tide of irritation.

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still getting up early!

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sneaky handknits for my work commutes…

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I don’t even need gold; just maybe a week or so of vacation

show us your books! december reads

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It feels like a long time since we’ve had a Show Us Your Books! It seems like I would have had some extra time for by-the-fireplace reading and under-the-Christmas-tree reading but the holiday flurry of activity actually made it harder for me to carve out good reading time. Still, I had a couple of good ‘uns.

Without further ado:
The Revolution of Marina M. by Janet Fitch was a whomper in terms of sheer length and you know, anytime you get into the Russian revolution it’s going to be weighty subject matter. A blurb described it as a female Dr. Zhivago and I can see that (we actually re-watched “Dr. Zhivago” while I was reading this book and it was immensely satisfying). Marina is the daughter of a wealthy Russian family before the 1917 revolution and as the events unfold, she makes several choices that put her at odds with her family and friends, and set her on a dangerous yet liberating path through the political upheaval. I actually picked this up because the sequel is on the New Book shelf at the library and it interested me, but I thought I should read the first one first. I liked the characters and found this very engaging and well-written and led to many discussions about Russian history with Brandon, who went there in the 1980’s.

The Year of Less: How I Stopped Shopping, Gave Away My Belongings, and Discovered Life Is Worth More Than Anything You Can Buy In A Store by Cait Flanders wins the award for book with a title longer than the book itself. The subject matter is pretty self-explanatory – I thought this was okay. It wasn’t what I expected, and was maybe more self-indulgent than it could have been, but it’s nice to read about people coming to the same conclusions about consumption and excess that I am. It’s impressive that Ms. Flanders did so at such a young age and I wish that I’d been as self-aware as she is when I was her age.

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obligatory cat picture featuring pot roast!

The Chalk Pit by Elly Griffiths (Ruth Galloway #9) yep, still on the Ruth Galloway kick although I have just one more in the series to read. This one wasn’t as absorbing for me as her previous contributions but I still love Ruth and her friends, colleagues, neighbors and nemeses and have #10 sitting on my desk at home waiting to start.

City of Girls by Elizabeth Gilbert was also not what I expected. It took me awhile to get caught up in this one, although the time period is interesting, and the characters and the writing in general were well done. I didn’t start to really connect with the story and feel involved until about halfway through, and I’m glad I hung in there, because the main character as a grown woman was more intriguing than her young self. I wished there had been more detail in the second half of the story rather than the first. Set before, during, and after WWII in New York, in a rattletrap theater full of fascinating female characters and few raffish men, this story is somewhat thematically similar to Revolution of Marina M. as it also traces a young woman’s liberation and independence through a charged social & political time, and we share her coming of age as major cultural shifts take place around her.

Big Sky by Kate Atkinson caused me to drop everything else while I was reading it because I LOVE Kate Atkinson and I LOVE Jackson Brodie (and his estranged soulmate Julia). This contribution to Jackson’s arc didn’t appeal to me as much as his past endeavors but I still couldn’t put it down, despite the distasteful plot (spoiler: there is human trafficking). As always, there are several seemingly unrelated threads and characters that wander in and out and then are brought together expertly by Atkinson in the climax. I will always love Jackson and I will always love Kate Atkinson, and it’s a toss up as to which of her book styles I like better – her mysteries or her more experimental themes such as she explored in “God In Ruins” and “Life After Life”. Either way, she is an absolute winner in my book and this one is no different. I look forward to seeing where Jackson goes next.

No audiobooks this month since I was listening mostly to Josh and Chuck on the “Stuff You Should Know” podcast and also our Local 4 WDIV podcast “Shattered” Season 4 about Jimmy Hoffa.

Look forward to checking out everyone else’s reads this month!

Life According to Steph

 

weekend randoms

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Emmett is off his kitty Prozac and feeling needy

We spent most of yesterday with our eyes on the skies and our weather apps as the forecasters had told us to expect an “unprecedented” winter storm that would “more than likely” result in power outages. We hauled our woodpile into the garage and then watched it rain, and rain, and rain, and then sleet a little bit, and this morning it’s brightly sunny and clear. Don’t get me wrong – I am NOT complaining.

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Our sideyard always floods!

My mom got me this skillet cookbook for Christmas along with two hardcore cast iron skillets and last night I made a chicken and rice recipe. It was excellent and I can’t wait to try some skillet bread & other recipes. There’s something about cast iron.

I’m trucking on my sweater and finished the ribbing, so very soon will be starting on sleeves and maybe have an unblocked, work-in-process photo to share…just a reminder that I’m knitting the Pink Memories pattern by Isabell Kraemer. I also got these adorable progress keepers from the Etsy shop Bump on a Hill and I can’t wait to use them on the sleeves.

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I’m doing a lot of knitting to a new-to-me vlog these days – Talasbuan, about a couple in Sweden going off-grid. The photography is just lovely and their journey fascinating.

And we are still on the fence about the new Dracula on Netflix, but likely going to tune in for the second episode tonight!

I hope you are warm and dry and I will see you here on Tuesday for Show Us Your Books – I have a couple great ones to share!

xo

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ice bath

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The first week back after the holiday is always a bit of an ice bath. I was actually somewhat refreshed from my holiday vacation and while not exactly “ready” to go back to real life, I’m at least holding up. I still feel pretty behind – I meant to post earlier this week, my birdfeeders are empty and I haven’t done a good job at keeping up with exercise this week – leaving in the dark, coming home in the dark, tired but pushing forward.

 

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It’s helped that I’ve been working my plan in three main areas this week:
First, it’s Dry January, which always makes me feel healthy and well-rested. It’s also No-Spend January, which means I only spend on necessities or things that I planned for / wrote down on my “approved” list.
Second, I’m making a concerted effort to get up and out the door early and not linger around the house, unwashed and in pajamas, delaying my eventual groaning slog into the office after taking Miss L to school. I’m dropping her off and heading straight in to work, and the office is pretty peaceful until about 9:00. I can get a solid hour-plus of work in before the phone calls, emails, and colleague drop-bys begin. This also capitalizes on my most productive time of day, so it’s a win. Pot Roast helps with this as she views it as her personal job to get Miss L and I up and out the door. She’s not happy until she knows we’re both dressed, packed, and moving in that direction and then, worn out, she retires to bed for a well-deserved nap.
Third, I am using my planner like a champ, meal planning, shopping, and getting things crossed off.

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Next week will be easier and every day the sun stays up for a little bit longer. We celebrated Elvis’ birthday this week (Brandon is a big Elvis fan) at our local historic movie theater – the Civic always shows an Elvis film on his birthday and this year it was “King Creole”. The audience is full of regulars who show up year over year, we’re indulgent and affectionate, we laugh gently at the cringy bits and applaud the singing.
I hope if this is your first week back in a post-holiday routine that you are putting one foot in front of the other, managing the stress and tragedy of the world around us right now, and staying healthy and safe.