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I just saw an ad here for cozy/non-spicy romance novels, and while I can appreciate the appeal in that for some people...please give me all of the spice. Please never suggest to me, specifically, a romance novel that has no spice in it whatsoever. Don't do that.

I very much did not feel like talking to people at work today but, as I've probably mentioned before, I can't get away with that because as an academic librarian and faculty person, talking to people is like 80% of my job. Thankfully the day blew by like one of those weed ball things in the old timey westerns. Well, a fast one. Those weed ball things sometimes roll by pretty slowly.

I'm spending far too much time online. I am chronically online and it's...not good. I think we all generally feel a little unhinged and disconnected from reality enough as it is (I'm not gonna get all philosophical about the notion of "reality" but I think many of us can agree life feels even more ridiculous than usual) but the Internet™️ is not helping at all.

Thank all that is good for books though. And more specifically in my case since I now have the attention span of a flea, yay for audiobooks.

I'm serious about the non-spicy romance thing. That's just a sad, sad reading existence. For me. You uh...do whatever you like.

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“Moody mornings deep in the forest of Madeira“ by | Robin Uthe

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On Sundays I buy flowers from the grocery store and put together something pretty.

I don't like Sundays. I'm making an effort to like Sundays now that I'm an adult and that I have the freewill to do things like slow down and buy flowers and cook (or not) when I please. It's a slow process though, and the day mostly still feels like it did when I was young enough to realize that Sundays weren't my favorite.

Things are transitioning. Autumn is starting to show up and unsurprisingly I like this in-between. Summer isn't quite gone but there are red and orange leaves in places already and even the sun feels different. I think I was made for liminal spaces.

On Sundays I try to remember that my day is up to me ✨

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“You carry so much love in your heart. Give some to yourself.”

— Unknown

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Hi. I need your best thriller, mystery and sci-fi novel suggestions please and thanks ✨

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Fuck yeah I am top tier!

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Things I'd really like:

A whole day to re-organize my craft/stationary closet (yes, I have a craft/stationary closet)

Mushrooms. The fun kind

Another day on the weekends or, alternatively

A job I didn't mind going to once the weekend ends

More time to read

That one really good scone I had at that hotel in Grenada

Just enough money to pay off debts, buy a house in another country and live in the forest in view of the ocean for the rest of my life

Maybe more mushrooms (depending on how the first mushroom experience goes)

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This evening's side quest was a success ✨

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See ya later August ✨

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Northern California

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“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.”

— Oscar Wilde

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I'm sad summer is ending but I like this in between time. I like the quiet shift. The slightly yellow hue of still green leaves. I'm going to miss the summer and I'm mourning a summer I could have had, the summer that didn't exactly turn out the way I wanted it to.

I'm sad the summer is ending and I think I'm ready for the fall but more than anything, I like it where I am right now. I like the in-transition.

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Listen. The way I NEED this frivolous, almost bordering on tone deaf look into a life of 'flowers and baking and fancy gardening while in expensive clothing escapism' right now should be studied. Needless to say, I shall be watching.

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Sometimes we take the lack of discomfort for granted. 

Whenever I get sick and I lose the ability to breathe unhindered, or when I get something in my eye and I can't seem to get it out I find myself missing all of those before times. The times when I could inhale through both nostrils and could open and close my eyes without the irritation of feeling something just behind my eyelid that won't come out. 

I often find myself thinking about a time period before emotional discomfort and romanticizing it. I tell myself if only I had known what was to come I would have appreciated that precious time more. I tell myself that I took that time for granted. And maybe I did, but I'm doing that now too and I don't have to. I'm uncomfortable right now, but I can also find joy. I can find delight right where I am and not just because there may be more grit in my eye tomorrow than there is today but also because today deserves just as much savoring.

Today's discomfort is just as welcome as today's delight.