My own little Oracle...

Rob Brezsny's horoscope for Scorpios:
Your assignment is to create a symbolic shield for yourself. You're not in any physical danger, and hence you don't need a literal trash can lid or piece of sheet metal to hold in front of you; but in the coming week you'll probably need to safeguard yourself against the metaphorical equivalent of rotten tomatoes being flung your way. Your assailants may not even be aware of how offensive their emotional garbage is or how much it could affect you. That's all the more reason to surround yourself with your own personal version of psychic protection.

Dead of night in the dead of winter

My attempt to go to sleep early has backfired. I turned out the light at 11, but by 2 I was awake again. I lay in the dark, feeling tired by only in my head, my body had begun to shift every few minutes, it would not calm down. Eventually I gave up and begain reading through livejournal, making comments on the entries that had magically appeared while I was out.

This entry was going to be called "Hot food with hot chicks" but I refrained. Almost.

My goal of cooking more while on sabbatical is coming to fruition. Last night was beef strogonoff with Juliet. Today was Tuscan bean and lentil soup with Heresiarch, and home made mushroom and black olive pizza with Couplingchaos. And tomorrow I get to continue the tradition with sushi and Silentq.
All of the meals were very tasty, as was the conversations that went along with it. Oh, and there was also cookie making with the mighty Mobilejessie!
Can't forget the hot cookies. "Would you like to know more?"

Man, the worst thing about typing in the middle of the night is all the clicks and soft padding sounds you hear or think you hear in the night. Stupid overactive imagination.

After weeks and days of bad news, hard feelings, and rotten luck... things feel a little more stable. In the midst of all the crap, it's the good thoughts and memories that come back to me now. These are the thoughts that will roll through my head and tumble with me into bed when I do finally sleep. Opening up a little more. Connecting again. Living and breathing. And eating. Lots of that!

If there are any more hot chicks (or guys) that want to cook with me next week, let me know. ;)

Perfect Day: under construction.

Catling talked about what her perfect day would consist of.
I answered her, but I realize that my perfect day was more of a perfect moment.
As to what I would consider a perfect day... I will have to think on it.
Keep your eyes on this site for a perfect day in the life... not my favorite day, but a day that is an ideal...
... and perhaps even attainable.