Not quite a week.
Often. It's an utter mess or it was before I pulled it back to the part before I started turning it into a testament to a confused mind.
It seems that the more new skills I learn at work, the more old skills fall out my other ear. Soon I will be unable to speak in coherent English, but by damn, my spreadsheets will be gorgeous and balance everytime!
So before I turn into a blithering idiot, I will post this to remind me of what charms me.
"Your exact moment of the day is always changing, because the sun never sets at exactly the same time. You are the romantic moments just after sunset when it's still light enough to see your way around outside, and the sky is a blend of reds, pinks, purples, and blues. At this time of day, the light has a special way of making even rundown buildings looks like works of art. You're like that, too – you're always finding beauty and magic in unexpected places. Not only will you wish on the first star you see, somewhere inside, you actually expect that wish to come true." - I do, you know. It's why I try to wish things that really could happen someday and don't add time limits.
Thanks for the quiz Suzanne, I needed this little bit of winsome poetry to bring the magic of everyday back to mind. Darn cold season.
Off to dream in bank rec's and tab delimited files. I really hope the dreams that don't contain numbers and Excel come back soon. I miss the pretty flowers and weird yarn/knitting photos that used to creep into the mind's eye at night. Hanging upside down from a tree limb to get the right lighting angle on that lace shawl I whipped up in a fortnight while the children teach the dog how to join to knit in the round without all those annoying ladders seems like a normal type of dream now.