Commuting madness and word counts

I’ve rejoined the workforce, or rather, I’ve joined the commuting workforce that requires I put on pajama pants and act like an adult for 8 hours of the day. I can’t say that I’m a fan of people who seem to be allergic to blinkers and lack the understanding of what an appropriate following distanceContinueContinue reading “Commuting madness and word counts”

The do-nothing mother

Clean clothes sit unfolded in my basket. I’ve only just moved them from the dryer where they’ve been most of the day. The last time I picked up a duster was in February. Some surfaces are lightly dusted with evidence of this housekeeper’s absence. Papers litter my coffee table. More evidence of the soon toContinueContinue reading “The do-nothing mother”