day 3 of august
Aug. 3rd, 2021 06:48 am1. Emma does not think the MRI sounds like music, nor did she feel the urge to fall asleep as I did. LOL
2. Have a couple recs:
Hello Operator, Please Give Me Number Nine by Starlingthefool
Calvin and Hobbes
Susie-centric
Susie meets death.
Letter to my WIP by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
china_shop
Poem
3. A colleague gave us a mess of figs from their tree, so I juiced a lemon, stirred in some brown sugar, spooned that over some bone-in chicken breasts I had put on a baking sheet, cut the figs in half, put them in the remaining juice/sugar mixture and spooned that over the chicken, baked it, and served over rice. It was so good.
4. I think I'm going to spend today as a last day loafing about before the frantic scramble to finish getting classes ready for next week. I am finding it very hard to be motivated to do things. I mean, I am glad for my epiphany that work does not define me and that there's more to life than work. But I am slowly sliding down the slippery slope to spending most days endlessly scrolling through FFA and playing Wordscapes for hours, you know? LOL What's the healthy boundary between I am more than my job and I've done nothing but lay on the couch and obsessively refresh PenAddict for a new article today?
5. Last week I had a flareup of my autoimmune whatever it is that was pretty wretched. It's still lingering in tendrils. Boo and hiss. I absolutely hate that autoimmune stuff is exacerbated by stress. I have legitimately stressful things happening right now. I am doing all the responsible things. I am medicated. I am doing yoga. I am journaling my gratitudes and prayers; I am focusing outward on asking the universe for good things for others. I am trying to eat right and have good sleep hygiene, etc, etc, etc. At a certain point, when shit is stressful, stress happens, you know. Stop betraying me, body, or I'll quit making you glorious caramelized fig deliciousness. LOL
2. Have a couple recs:
Hello Operator, Please Give Me Number Nine by Starlingthefool
Calvin and Hobbes
Susie-centric
Susie meets death.
Letter to my WIP by
china_shopPoem
3. A colleague gave us a mess of figs from their tree, so I juiced a lemon, stirred in some brown sugar, spooned that over some bone-in chicken breasts I had put on a baking sheet, cut the figs in half, put them in the remaining juice/sugar mixture and spooned that over the chicken, baked it, and served over rice. It was so good.
4. I think I'm going to spend today as a last day loafing about before the frantic scramble to finish getting classes ready for next week. I am finding it very hard to be motivated to do things. I mean, I am glad for my epiphany that work does not define me and that there's more to life than work. But I am slowly sliding down the slippery slope to spending most days endlessly scrolling through FFA and playing Wordscapes for hours, you know? LOL What's the healthy boundary between I am more than my job and I've done nothing but lay on the couch and obsessively refresh PenAddict for a new article today?
5. Last week I had a flareup of my autoimmune whatever it is that was pretty wretched. It's still lingering in tendrils. Boo and hiss. I absolutely hate that autoimmune stuff is exacerbated by stress. I have legitimately stressful things happening right now. I am doing all the responsible things. I am medicated. I am doing yoga. I am journaling my gratitudes and prayers; I am focusing outward on asking the universe for good things for others. I am trying to eat right and have good sleep hygiene, etc, etc, etc. At a certain point, when shit is stressful, stress happens, you know. Stop betraying me, body, or I'll quit making you glorious caramelized fig deliciousness. LOL
