The Hellish Handbasket

I'm emerging from the long, dark, tortured night of the soul. I think. We'll know for sure after I finish the next version of my dis...

Today I woke up to clouds, and the rest of the day just went to hell from there. George, my landshark, arrived at about nine to continue his...

You can tell it's summer because there are flies everywhere. Or maybe it's my lousy housekeeping. A fly is buzzing my head, and my c...

In the wake of the various disasters and traumas in the news, I am finding it hard to focus on the trivially mundane, parched, pedestrian bl...

Curiouser and curiouser is all I can say. The crazy online university I have been privileged to pay my discretionary income to for the past ...

I got the news yesterday. I'm sad to report my concept paper is not ready for prime time. Yet. I hope there's a yet trailing along s...

I had a dream last night. I was following a wilderness path, struggling over mounds of dirt, around thorny bushes, clawing my way along a ch...

This week, while I wait for my dissertation chairperson to review my concept paper, I have had time to fret over other things. That's wh...

My cat is hunkered under a chair in the bedroom, hoping the pounding and power tools will stop shattering our peaceful morning. I feel like ...

It's amazing how much difference a little sunshine makes. I'm a new man. Woman. Whatever. Who cares, the sun is shining! What could ...

You know how when you are out hiking and you see a hill in front of you, and you think, oh, if I just make it over that rise, then I'll ...

Earlier today things were going pretty good. On track. Banking got done with a minimum of effort. People smiled. Laundry got done, all soc...

Whenever I hit a roadblock in my writing, I open up the blog, my cry to heaven. The blog listens and doesn't talk back. Everyone should ...

My friend often admonishes me to stay out of the wreckage of the future. That is always a good reminder. I have a tendency to fret about the...

So far this morning, in an effort to avoid working on my dreaded concept paper, I've cleaned the cat box, cleaned the human box (AKA the...

While I was sitting on a concrete bunker in Mt. Tabor Park today, catching my breath after trotting up some steps, a older man ran by me, dr...

Finally the low pressure system moved north, leaving space for a rush of warm air from the southwestern deserts, my someday home. Warm at la...

In my last post I described the mammoth production known as graduation, which happened on Saturday morning (mandatory attendance by all facu...

Not many people visit my blog, not surprisingly, because I've only told a handful of people that it exists. Duh. But for some odd reason...

When I'm under pressure from life and want to escape, I read whatever sleazy paranormal romances I can find at the thrift store. I'm...