Making: I am in the mood to make a mess of bath bombs. A mess of them.
Cooking: Thinking about Ina Garten’s engagement roast chicken. Only because I think winter calls for Roasted chicken.
Drinking: I discovered a new type of green tea that also has chai and vanilla in it. It is not bad. Actually quite enjoyable.
Reading: So many books. So far, I have a physical copy of a productivity book going. Along with that, I have also started to listen to The Prince of Tides, which I don’t love. Mostly because I am not a fan of the guy who is reading it. Also, after like 4 months, I finally got a copy of The Chemist audiobook. I was intrigued by the premise, even if I am slightly underwhelmed by the author. Also listening to The Finkler Question, but I hate it. It seems like I have been listening to it forever… but here I am, still with 2938473984 hours left to listen. It is a Booker Man Winner and is just not my speed. My mother would roll her eyes at me continuing to read a book I hate because it is a Booker prize book. But I am who I am.
Next read: I don’t know. So many. When I finished China Rich Girlfriend last week, GoodReads told me that I was ahead of schedule on my goal to read 52 books this year. In an effort to read more physical books, I have a stack just waiting for me. But then my holds for audiobooks come through. The next book I am going to start though, I think is “Deskbound”. It is about how bad sitting is. And strategies to stand up more.
Wanting: To try all the travel friendly backpacks out there. So I clicked on a couple of ads in Instagram featuring the perfect do it all bags. And I keep getting more in my feed. It’s not bad. I just wish that I could buy every one and have them all match up against each other in a fight to the death.
Deciding: I decided to read the works on the Lemonade Syllabus. Basically it is a syllabus of essential work to understand and ponder the themes of Beyonce’s Lemonade album. So, a lot of works by black feminists. It is a lot of works (200). But no one says I have to do it all TODAY. This is mostly because I have inner monologue/conversations with myself about inter-sectional feminism that just aren’t very productive at this stage.
Enjoying: Despite completing a cider challenge last year (wherein I focused on drinking ciders), I am still choosing interesting ciders when I get the chance. This past Friday, the craft brew place across the street had Made Marion by 2Towns Cider House and I gave it a go. Easily my new favorite cider.
Waiting: For Game of Thrones. I think its going to be bad, I’m going to experience a lot of hurt over who is going to die. But I am ready.
Wearing: A chunky cardigan that used to be my mom’s, mostly to bed. It doesn’t smell like her. But it reminds me of her.
Following: Handwriting and calligraphy accounts on Instagram. So mesmerizing.
Noticing: The continued development of my traps and shoulders. I attribute it to benching and shoulder pressing regularly. Yeah, that is like cool, but could my triceps, biceps, and abs stop being so absolutely worthless?
Sorting: My books. I am completely out of control. I can’t stop buying them. And I can’t stop requesting holds from the library. Just how much time do you think you have m’am?
Coveting: An actual vacation. On a beach. With the sea and the sun. This is how you can tell that we are currently in the season of the Long Winter.
Disliking: A book I am reading right now. It is about productivity. The author contends that people tend to over estimate how much they actually work and that if you are willing to be flexible with how you arrange it, it is possible to get a lot of work done and spend a lot of time with your family. She lost me when she mentioned having to make a decision between buckling down for work or drifting around the house aimlessly cleaning and such before the nanny came. Now everytime I pick up the book, I have to say as I open it, “This bitch…”
Feeling: Not tired. Sometimes it is the case that I have a hard time sleeping on Sunday nights. Generally, this is not the case throughout the week. But it seems like a combination of adderall+preworkout for my games on Sunday sometimes produces this result. Like tonight, I was in bed at 915, because I wanted to get up at 445. I wokeup at 1230 and couldn’t go back to sleep. So I just got up and am awake now. I guess I’ll just go to the gym?
Snacking:on Sumo oranges, because it is sumo season, mother fuckers.