zird is the word (lizardek) wrote,
zird is the word

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I was gonna write more. I WAS writing more. And then suddenly days go by and I haven't written, though you know, there are LOTS of posts...in my head.

Some days there just isn't anything to write about. And some days even if there is I can't be bothered. And some days there's neither. You know, occasionally I can just sit down and start writing and even IF I have nothing to write about, I will end up with a post. Like now. I'm doing it right now. RIGHT THIS MINUTE, in fact.

That said, it certainly does NOT mean that what I end up with (or rather what you end up with, since you're the poor soul reading this...assuming anyone IS reading this drivel) is worth writing down. Or worth reading (sorry about that).

But! It still counts, eh?

I went out to dinner last night with Debbie and Camilla and we made a pact to try to eat healthier and to support each other in the endeavor. Mostly trying for smaller portions, and less carbs. A day later and I'm already struggling with it. Sigh. I'm moving the treadmill back out to the living room tomorrow. It was back in our bedroom for the holidays but today I took the advent lights down (a little late, I know) and no more excuses: the holidays are OVER.

That was the extent of my weekend plans. Martin slept over at a a friend's last night and Karin was out both yesterday and today. Anders has been working on my car all day (he swears this is the last time: after it passes inspection, he's selling the damned thing) and I have done pretty much nothing. Two loads of laundry and 4 months of my 2014 book formatting and the aforementioned removal of the advent lights. And a little bit of grocery shopping. And several chapters of my book. Not bad for a lazy Saturday!

Karin's boyfriend is coming over for dinner tomorrow and she's put Anders' spaghetti and crème brûlée on the menu. And one wonders why I'm struggling.

I know it's early, but guess what I'm thinking about? Spring cleaning.
Tags: blabbiterlickum, thisisjusttosay
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