Fantastic Friday: Reflections Post-Hibernation

I'm cold. What about you?

Seriously, I am cold. It's no longer below freezing, but I'm still in leggings and sleeping under two blankets.

The Pregame Before Hibernation Began

I had virtual training last weekend. My feline roommate is all about virtual training, a detail I find fascinating. If I get on Zoom, suddenly she wants to be part of the party. Here are some pictures of things that happened during the eight-to-three virtual adventure:

This is what happens when I try to contribute to the discussion.

Virtual training means multi-tasking. As you can tell, I had a little help changing out the A/C filter!

I'm a bad American: my tree stayed up until January 13th! Violet was kinda bummed when it came down.

It's time to hide. From what I do not know.

And Next: We Hibernated

What did I do when I woke up and it was too cold to function?

Peleton: Ridden for two hundred minutes.

Using herbs from the pre-freeze harvest of 2024, I made salmon with rosemary! And then I found a good tomato soup recipe. Not to mention . . .

The Potato Harvest

At work we have a garden. As we attempted to cover the plants before the freeze a bunch of small potatoes were discovered. I took one.

It's the world's smallest baked potato, y'all!

Regarding Order

I am amazed how many blog posts I've written that are published and I didn't tell anyone. Actually that doesn't surprise me. I'm working on it. By "working on it" I set alarms:

Double-checking the loose ends.

To share the blog.

I live by my alarms. If it's not on an alarm or in my Outlook calendar, I probably won't remember to do it. Thus the sharing of the writing problem.

Dinner Music

# 487 Damaged Black Flag: Technically, Generation X is anyone born between 1965 and 1980. Not to complicate the en vogue generational conversations, but I believe there is a serious difference between the first half of Gen X and the latter half, meaning if you have a memory of the seventies, or were old enough to have a working knowledge of Black Flag when Black Flag was actually doing stuff, then you probably had more freedom than I did and you probably resent it more when anyone encroaches on that freedom in 2024. That's my theory and I'm sticking to it.

I mean, how else do you explain the punk movement of the late seventies/ early eighties as well as grunge a decade later?

As for me, I still think Henry Rollins is kinda cute. That is all.

# 207 Eagles Eagles: My health teacher in high school was probably the world's biggest Eagles fan. So when I hear the Eagles or Don Henley's solo stuff I go back to tenth grade and sitting behind Holly Miller during that class and then in front of her in English II with Ms. Polk. Good times. Go big deer!

Yet this one was released in 1972, seventeen years before this moment in time.

# 270 Golden Hour Kasey Musgraves: I enjoyed this, as I made soup on MLK day when it was too cold to move. It was a lovely break between true crime documentaries and conspiracy theory podcasts.

The Trick to Getting Up at Five

I'm in bed by nine. If I do that, I'm asleep before ten and I'm awake by 4:30/ 5, on the Peleton before 5:30, done by six, and out the door by 6:45.

The Other Trick to Getting Up at Five

I read in bed. Like from a book. No screens after nine. (Well, 9:30. Well, in theory-- I'm not perfect and I'm as phone addicted as every other American.)

All in all, life is pretty good. As long as you have a working heater! Stay warm, friends.