Time spent with cats is never wasted.
Probably the only thing he’s ever said that I subscribe to.
Intensely looking forward to 15 November 0200hrs and waiting for that time to arrive NOW, yet intensely dreading 12 & 14 November and hoping time will come to a standstill because I need more of it. This just about sums up Chapter 184 of Abigail’s Existential Angst. Back to work.
Signs Of Sleeplessness
- Uses mother’s toothbrush
- Uses brother’s toothbrush
- Spells “persevere” as “preserve”
- Writes the continuous form of “pray” as “prayering”
- Looking at the clock saying “1.14AM” and thinking how young the night still is
- Non-painted finger nails
- Non-painted toenails
- Turns on phone’s torchlight to aid visibility and somehow unintentionally shines it into eye thinking it will help
- Has not seen bedroom light on at night in an entire week
- Posts this up at 3AM
Exercise is imperative in ensuring that one can continue fitting into one’s UK6 skirts/jeans/shorts.
REALISATION #2 is that one needs to get cracking. Very soon. Now.
Someday I am going to have to have the conversation with my son. No, not the conversation all parents dread giving and all kids are mortified having. I enjoy making people uncomfortable so that conversation should be fun. No, I’m talking about another conversation. The one that happens after I catch his eye doing what male eyes do well – following an object of lust.
“We’re told that if a woman shows too much of her body men will do stupid things. Let’s be clear: a woman’s body is not dangerous to you. Her body will not cause you harm. It will not make you do stupid things. If you do stupid things it is because you chose to do stupid things.”
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
- Lamentations 4:22-23 (NKJV)
Cos November hasn’t even begun and I have so many things to be done that have yet to be done and I don’t know where to start and I am so scared.