Potato

Slept on the couch last night. Again. I wish I could make the argument that my couch is so comfortable that the cushions are like sweet, soft clouds that lend themselves to somnolescence…but I can’t. In fact, my sofa is remarkably uncomfortable (not to mention unattractive), with flat, stiff cushions and ugly, scratchy fabric.

Why then, drift off into the land of dreams from such a graceless port?

Because I was far too lazy to walk all the way (all three steps) to my bedroom, put the clean bedclothes on the bed, set my alarms (all four of them), tidy up the mess, and re-situate myself in a new sleepy state, since I was already nodding off in the living room.

Wow. That sounds a bit pathetic, all out there like that. Perhaps this new sheepish feeling will lead to a reduction in the number of sofa-sleeping incidents.

Meow mix.

It’s a funny circumstance.

I’m back in the insurance business.  It’s like I can’t escape from the universe of claims, clients, and calamity that has been my father’s sphere since I was a little girl.

Calling seniors (65+) to schedule times to talk about their Medicare Medigap supplemental insurance is definitely not the apex of excitement…but at least it leaves me free to sneak in a blog or two  - since I’m just getting started anyway.

I’m getting a kitty today!  My new little girl is all black, with medium-length hair, sweet disposition, named … well, named “Squishy” by the vet, but that’s not a name I’m going to keep.  

She looks strikingly similar to my old Suzy-blue (the boy named Sue, for those of you who remember), so already bringing back memories.
This is so exciting!  Pictures will certainly be available soon.

Shieldmaiden

This blogging-thing is a wee bit intimidating for me, especially since even private journal-writing poses unsettling questions of self-indulgence, audience (reader / readership / author). I suppose that since I’m composing, or, rather, exposing, my thoughts on the world in a public forum (Kathrine Hayles might argue a public space, but that’s another topic for another day) I do actually want readers.

I have a drive to write, but of what? I have felt, until very recently, that I’m not ready, I haven’t seen enough of the world, I don’t know enough, I’m too young, too credulous.
But that’s rather all about a kind of fear, right? And I am

karen-the-great!

I fear nothing, not even death. “I have waited on faltering feet long enough. Since they falter no longer, it seems, may I not now spend my life as I will?” (Eowyn, LoTR, RotK-5)

More later, as the day progresses. (or doesn’t, as it may be)

Greetings, world.

I have begun to begin, etc.

More later.