Cohesion is not my strong suit at the best of times, so trying to put together a paragraph, let alone an essay-like post is a serious challenge today. My life for the next week is spreadsheets and Drupal forms and proofreading, so, basically, a horrid time to be doing a challenge like Holidailies. Shockingly for ...

Long-term readers of this blog will know that I’m not really one for wearing ribbons (especially pink). I think it’s important to remember ‘the issues’ always, not just when it’s trendy to do so, and I’m not sure if a wee strip of fabric is going to make a difference.

Time-pressed today (funny how being two days ahead on a project can turn so quickly into being at least half a day behind), so here’s a tiny, not-for-the-squeamish entry:

There are some things that you aren’t equipped to deal with when you are in a hurry or overtired or just plained stressed by life: a flat tire, being out of coffee, war, etc.

Rehydrating slowly this morning (with a banana-peach-coconut smoothie) after the worst booze-poisoning I’ve had in a long time. It turns out that finding out one’s oldest friend nearly died (she will be fine) right before going to a beer-tasting event is possibly unwise. As is mixing differently brewed, er, brews, including several in the 7+% ...

Day two of Holidailies and I’m ready to strike hatred (possibly of me) into the hearts of, er, dozens.