The signs were there all along. How could I have missed them?
Where would I be without Terry Pratchett? Read More Caregiving: A to Z
It’s 2 a.m. again. I am fighting my never-ending battle with insomnia. Comedy is my first line of defense: Patton Oswalt and Aziz Ansari comedy albums help me through the night. At some point during my 2 a.m. restlessness, I click through to my friend’s blog. The words hit so close to home that my eyes turn into spigots. (TW: Suicidal thoughts, self harm) Read More The Caress of Steel
There is a tub of coconut oil sitting on the kitchen table that I eye with suspicion whenever I pass, as if it might spontaneously start singing the virtues of a paleo diet or its virgin status. Why spontaneously, I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to deny the bananas nearby their chance as a warm-up act.
It’s eight years since an event potentially detrimental to Mr. Juniper’s existence happened. Read More Caregiving: Daffodils
I am thinking about the future, which is not something I’m good at.
Lately, I’ve been dreaming of bathtubs.
As of this moment, there are six sleeps to go. That is, until Hogswatch is upon us. Stockings full of little gifts. No lumps of coal this year. Hogswatch pyjamas and Hogfather hats. Desperation to keep stress under control. Read More Caregiving: Supernatural Festive Stress