Today, the day after Halloween, is like the Thursday night of my long-gone clubbing days. It’s the day when the real freaky people come out to play. Friday night and Saturday night are for amateurs, tourists, and office workers. Thursday night is for people who care more about play than whatever happens the next day.
Read MoreI’m looking forward to a sober Halloween, where I can enjoy everyone else’s shenanigans and know that Ax and I will be home safe and in bed at a reasonable hour. He’ll get to have five candies this evening, and one a day for a week after that. Then we’ll dispose of the remainder. He understands that the limits come from love, from wanting him to have a healthy, long, fabulous life. He gets that a little candy once in a while is okay, but too much can take his strength and power away. And he doesn’t want that either.
Read MoreThere’s a lot of stuff out there that is upsetting to me. And there’s plenty of unease that I self-generate. I know what’s good for me, a lot of the time, if I slow down long enough to notice, to run that HALT checklist: Hungry? Angry? Lonely? Tired?
Read MoreI’ve been staring at the big blank white wall in our living room for a while now, wondering what kind of painting would look best there. I can see a lot of options, color schemes, scenes, moods, in my mind’s eye. I thought I’d settled on one that had stuck with me for quite a while. I was ready to buy the big canvas and get to work in my backyard art studio (the yard, with a tarp on the ground).
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