Yes! I would love this. Look at all the light and books.

Ha ha, love it.

Not sure why all official government photos turn out atrocious, no matter how great you look before they snap the shot.

For the love of words, placard. (Base image by Monica Volpin from Pixabay)

What if?

I have a coworker that does these types of projects and they always make me giggle.

Sign me up. This looks to be my type of yoga class.

Goal set!

May we all keep going in the direction of our dreams no matter the pace.

Thanks to Lee S for the new-to-me word. I appreciate it every time someone sends me a new word to learn. 😍 For the love of words, moue. (Base image by by Michal Fošenbauer from Pixabay)

By the end of the work week, this is a visual representation of how I feel. I need to take the weekend to recharge.

If I knew someone named Karen I would so buy this for her. Love it!

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If you ever needed to understand the importance of a science or humanities degree, this poster about sums it up.

Does anyone else have a moment of irritation when this happens to you or is it just me?

Writer's Log Day #4,382: Last night Me: Go to the library tomorrow & work on writing. 8am Me: We're up early, good job. Get to the library & work uninterrupted. 11:45am me: Why the hell did I just clean the dishrack strainer? Why aren't I at the library working distraction-free?!

I love the weekends like these. Now if only I could snooze my fuzzy alarm clocks. Sadly no, the fluffy overloads never let me forget when I "should" be vertical.

Where I could have been. . . I could have been at the #20Booksto50K Writing conference, checked in and ready to learn. But alas an unending case of the adults has plagued me hard this year so I had to cancel. May those who make it learn lots! Maybe next year #20BooksVegas

Here's today's struggle: I know I have things I could do/need to do but I don't wanna. The forecast is brimming with slothfulness.

Life tip from me to you: pour your alcohol from a jigger and not eye-balled into your cup as determined by your stress level.