All talk of circadian rhythm.

I know I said I would write every day this month. I KNOW I did. However, now that I’m 44 1/3, I’m finding that other things tend to pop up and I lose track of time and all of a sudden I’m sitting on the couch and knitting or reading or I’m working on freelance, and absolutely nothing notable has happened. (Notable things have happened, but not to me. Also, they’re singing songs of love, but not for me.)

I *did* find my old Rubik’s cube a few days back and last night I (ate a bunch of pizza and) solved it with the help of an online manual. That felt like something.

Meredith has a friend over and the friend just read us a news article she’s working on. It’s about Ebola. I love watching kids who spark each other.

My plans for today include walking to the library to pick up a book for Harper, registering Harper (and myself, apparently) for Girl Scouts, and purchasing a switch plate to replace the Thomas the Train plate currently hanging in Harper’s room. If I’m feeling brave, I may switch out our back porch light for something a little more bright. Also, I might finish the second side of the cardigan I’m working on as I join Jeff for the Mizzou game. I’ll probably eat apples and almond butter. I’ll definitely listen to some R.E.M. Unplugged, because I can’t get this song out of my head.

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7 thoughts on “All talk of circadian rhythm.”

  1. Here’s where you’re wrong: ” I lose track of time and all of a sudden I’m sitting on the couch and knitting or reading or I’m working on freelance, and absolutely nothing notable has happened.”

    Reading, knitting, and working (on anything) are something. My mother-in-law says on the phone, “So what have you been doing?” I reply that I just knitted wool caps for several people. She replies (with a sigh), “Well, I guess at least you’re doing something productive.” See right there? She said knitting was “at least something productive”! So it happened.

    I disagree with people who don’t count the mundane activities of motherhood and wifelyhood and, yes, personhood, as something of value. At the end of the day, they’re usually the most important things we did.

  2. Hear hear, Grammy! (Also, please note my mention of you in comment on prior post :-) )

    So let’s see, today I…straightened up after dinner guests last night left kitchen in a shambles. And rested. And read. Oh, and commented on Angela’s fabulous blog posts. That’s gotta count for “something”, right?

  3. Our local children’s museum has a permanent Sesame Street exhibit. It has faux apartment fronts. Next to one of the buzzers is a tiny sign that says “Daysleeper.” I always start singing.

  4. I’m replacing a platform rocker in my son’s room with a massage chair that I found on Wayfair for a steal.

    *cue “Sunrise, Sunset”*

  6. Grammy is wicked smart. And it’s OK I from don’t write every day. I can’t seem to get the chance to read every day and reading is easier so who would I be to complain?

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