Current Playlist: Fighting for Nothing - Meg & Dia, Wind it Up - Gwen Stefani, Every Moment - Sara Groves
Current Shame-Inducing Guilty Pleasure: Nothing really. I haven't been eating ice cream or impulse buying new clothes or taking naps in the middle of the day. I'm boring this month.
Current Colors: bright bright bright
Current Fetish: PSE brushes from Brusheezy
Current Food: I made baked tilapia for dinner last night.
Current Drink: Coffee with stevia and Coldstone Sweet Cream starts my morning. Water the rest of the day.
Current Favorite Favorite: Scrivener. I have almost used my free trial completely and will be paying for the software soon. It's my Mother's Day gift.
Current Wishlist: Project Life page protectors, good shoes for walking
Current Needs: I need to get back into the habit of daily writing. Thanks to a med switch, I am feeling more like myself and wrote 1300 new words yesterday.
Current Triumph: I've lost five pounds in the last month. :)
Current Bane-of-my-Existence: Calories. Why must my favorites be so calorie-rich?
Current Indulgence: Yesterday, I read 80 pages in a row. I am used to just reading a few at a time, when I can steal ten minutes or so. I sat still and finished my book yesterday. It was lovely.
Current Mood: On the upswing. I blogged about my "black wave" earlier this month. I think the tide is going out now.
Current #1 Blessing: Corey, always Corey. In addition, I would add the Peers program at The Autism Center, baseball, and our public library.
Current Outfit: grey pants and a black t-shirt. I don't put on my real clothes until I've walked 2 miles and taken a shower. :)
Current Links: It's my day to moderate the Middle Places Facebook community. Stop by and say hello. I will also have a poem on the Middle Places blog today. It's a new one that hasn't been posted here. Go read if you have a minute: In the Middle of the Imperfect Church.
Current Quote: “You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.” ― Sharon Creech, Walk Two Moons
“It was the month of May and there was warm sunshine dripping through the holes between the clouds, like the sky was a broken blue bowl and a child was trying to keep honey in it.”― Chris Cleave, Little Bee