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Wear 373: Thursdays and Mondays

Maybe I need structure, guidelines, a pattern, boundaries. No. No 'maybe'. I do. We all do, don't we? I'm trying to instigate a blogging boundary whereby I blog on Mondays and Thursdays. Officially it is now Wednesday. Going well so far *sarcasm*. The thing with setting up a structure for yourself on something where the repercussions for not following through are not life-threatening, is that the only thing that keeps it in place is your will power. I think I have misplaced mine.


There are things I want to do, but don't, because my will power seems to have taken an extended holiday in a place with no internet connection:

Eat better
Do yoga every day
Take long walks—I'm talking ten, fifteen kilometres at least—on my days off
Make a beautiful garden
Make a beautiful house
Make anything really


When put like that, it doesn't seem an unachievable list or an insurmountable challenge. I'm not trying to cure cancer: apparently bananas with black sp…

Wear 372: Just Call Me Ebenezer and Other Literary References

Is it possible to hear, see or speak at the moment without the subject being Trump. The only reason I bring it up is that I have heard, through memes—that most reliable source of information—that talking politics on a public forum alienates friends and family and decreases your Christmas liabilities. There it is! My actual beef is not with Trump (well, it is, but that is different beef), it's with Christmas. For the last three or four years I have worked over Christmas. I get to see how much people love each other and enjoy each other's company. *Sarcasm* (I work in Emergency Services—people don't call us 'cause they're loving it up!). Ready to all shoot me down? I'm going to say it. Are you ready? I don't like Christmas.


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Now that! That is just plain censored.


This is now draft two of this post. In draft one, I continued to write about what makes Christmas a burr in my paw. It turns out I think I will alienate f…