Same, but different

One thing hasn’t changed since lock-down began a number of weeks ago.

I still wake up to the ritual of making, and sipping, my first cup of coffee. Every single day.

No matter how horrible my sleep might have been, or alternately how well I slept, that first cup is my one enduring love. 💗

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Alone in a coffee shop at night

There is a coffee shop in Canada called Tim Horton’s (Tim’s for short) that is ubiquitous with hockey families. Often, you will find a Tim’s near a rink, especially older arenas. Actually, there are Tim’s everywhere in the city, including near schools, churches and on every street corner.

I’m currently sitting in such a Tim’s on this snowy, Sunday night.

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Elusive sleep

Imagine, a hangover. But not from cocktails.

A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit.

Distractions.

A fantasy filled with desire and hope.

Longing.

There is no time, no peace, no focus.

But it will come. It has to.

The story takes shape, slowly, like the torso of a snowman. Getting bigger, fatter.

Until it melts. Again.

Sleep eludes. The wifi beckons. It never sleeps.

Maybe the words will form at dawn.

Maybe not.

DIY haircut

Yesterday I gave my tween a haircut.

Actually, first I called the salon in our village-like neighbourhood to see if they could squeeze her in. That was on Saturday.

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Stupid things I have done I am not proud of

At the grocery store one time, I picked up an item and put it in the cart. At the next aisle, I changed my mind about the item and put it on the shelf in the wrong aisle where it does not belong. So if you see a jar of Nutella among the olive oil bottles, you’ll know it was me who shopped there earlier.

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Writing under a pseudonym: why or why not?

So. I never did find my broom yesterday. 🙂

I also noticed my comments were off on my witch selfie post…WP does have a mind of its own some days it seems…

This is me today:

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