So. I’m going to let you all in on a little secret: the hardest part of keeping my vow to post daily here on Ye Olde Blogge is that, for better or worse, it’s a blog about me, and my life is just not interesting every single day. Sure, cool stuff happens to me sometimes. Or I see something amusing. Or I eat an extra-delicious meal or read a particularly good book. But most days… not so much, which makes finding a topic, well, challenging.
I mean, I could write about how I spent most of today obsessing over the idea that I may have taken a dose of my thyroid meds in my sleep. Or maybe I dreamed it. I don’t know for sure beyond a recollection of opening the pill bottle when I got a drink of water for a middle-of-the-night coughing fit. It’s not like it actually matters – one extra pill is not going to harm me in any way. I only care because I happen to have my semi-annual endocrinologist appointment this week and I’m afraid it’s going to skew my bloodwork. That is, if I did it, which I don’t even know for sure.
Yeah. Woefully insufficient as interesting blog content.
Instead, maybe I could say a little bit about the new project I got assigned at work today, something I’ve proposed off and on for the last four years. Now that it’s coming to pass – and with a two week deadline! – I’m totally excited, but also completely panicked. Two weeks? Maybe for phase one…
Huh. Not so thrilling either.
Hmm… What about my trip to the yarn store, soon-to-be-expired Groupon burning a hole in my pocket? Or my trip to the fancy bakery in my neighborhood for this week’s allotment of macarons? Yeah, probably not post-worthy either, though I did buy some gorgeous, soft, gray and silver sparkly yarn that I think may at last become my Clapotis. And the chili and chocolate macaron is practically life-changing in its deliciousness.
Medicine. Work. Errand. Cookies. Blog.