I first started blogging back in the days before facebook. Blogging isn’t what it used to be and my tinyletter Naive Psychologist (subscribe here) is a bit more old-school blog. I don’t blog like I used to, but I still like to write on here every now and then.
In which I spend the day attending to work as best I can
In which I am utterly despondent about politics and turn to television
In which I discover the daggy world of the fitbit
In which I discover that tulips aren’t the only flowers
In which I take hours to do my shopping but it’s worth it
In which I wonder who I even am
In which I see Louise Reay’s Eraserhead at Tuxedo Cat’s Broadcast Bar
In which I see Molly Taylor’s Love Letters to the Public Transport System.
In which we watch John Hinton’s Origin of Species from his Scientrilogy (highly recommended)
In which we are glad to be dry.
In which we are squooshed.
In which I am reminded that my body knows more about grief than my mind does.
In which my book is launched
In which The Mister and I fail to see eye-to-eye over the colour purple.
In which I discover that things are going okay