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Good things. Woke up, always a good way to start the day, again fed the girls in my robe. The pockets are getting full. Bad things. Got on the scale and gained two pounds. Probably due to not walking back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth etc. through the warehouse. NoteContinue reading “Day nine”

“Procrastination just makes for hurridness and stress later” So wrote a friend who owns a local, very successful, open one day a week sometimes, bakery. When available, she supplies my yummy Saturday breakfast. She is so right. This morning saw me in a small panic. Unemployment requires you to log your job searches. They doContinue reading “Day eight”

Retraining my brain. Saturdays were always chore days. Do dishes, laundry, vacuum, you working stiffs know the drill. Sundays were my visit my grandson, after teaching lessons and hiking with the dogs day. Usually, if not heading into Boston, a “putter” day to gear up for Monday. Total discombobulation. Saturday I spent with my sonContinue reading “Day seven”

Ah the irony! No working in Jammies, but the girls needed hay and I was running late. Self employed and running late? What’s with that? There is a schedule to keep, and it starts with feeding the mares and then sitting down to work. Well, actually, it starts with a cup of coffee, at leastContinue reading “Day six”

It has been a while since I got out of bed because wanted, not needed. What an unexpected pleasure for this morning person. Want to sleep past 6am? Horses won’t be upset til 7.30 latest. This is doable. Doesn’t happen, this sleeping in, but the idea that it can is delightful. There are other perksContinue reading “Day five”

Alright, so, I did do laundry during the day, but the wind was blowing and it does a great job drying sheets. My commitment to working, so far, is good. By 10am I have already booked three hours of creativity and research. As an aside, the hardest part is, remember that full larder? Having lostContinue reading “Day four”

I am a workaholic and drive my husband crazy with my high energy. It is strange not having a “job” to drive through traffic for. However, Friday comes and upon awakening, there is no “thank God it is Friday”. Instead, as I push the dogs of the bed, there is relief. No end of theContinue reading “Day three”

I love a good rainy day. Call me weird, but precipitation of any kind brings me peace. Coming back from the barn after sharing a few nuzzles with the girls it was hard to resist not changing gears and cleaning up what had been hidden by the snow. Hay string, leaves blocking the flow ofContinue reading “Day two”