One-Sentence Journal, Week Sixty

  1. 12/27/2015:  Slowed down, sat in a chair, read a book.
  2. 12/28/2015:  It seems lately that leaving the house with Darla in tow for our saunter at the river is some kind of signal to the heavens to resume feathering the land with fresh snowfall, a phenomenon that will generate zero complaints from me.
  3. 12/29/2015:  A quiet day, one of slightly sore muscles, and an evening revelation that perhaps my torpor was the result of failing to fuel up with coffee in the AM.
  4. 12/30/2015:  Reaching that point in the “final this, final that” phase of the year, where today I face my last zero-dark-thirty AM yoga class of 2015, only this one happens to be the first class of what I’m sure will be many in the future with our newest instructor.
  5. 12/31/2015: Immediately after I signed off the day job today I deleted my work email client from my phone, because I am DONE with them, and then, to celebrate my liberation, I headed out to see Tarantino’s latest film, The Hateful Eight.
  6. 01/01/2016:  A perfectly quiet New Year’s Day spent puttering around the house, then, the work-leaving celebration continuing, pizza and ice cream for dinner while watching a couple episodes of “Louie.”
  7. 01/02/2016:  They are truly beautiful birds, but what strikes me most about the male Ring-Necked Pheasant (Phasianus colchicus) is the constant state of “OMFG!” panic they live in, as if they are eternally pumped full of coffee and expecting to be stuffed into a crate and shipped back to Asia where they belong.

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