2 a.m. – Couldn’t sleep. Watched Chelsea Handler’s stand-up special “Evolution” and felt emboldened, as only Chelsea can make you feel.
3:20 – Wrote, edited, and ultimately deleted thirty-seven comments on Instagram about Chelsea Handler’s stand-up special.
4 a.m. – Tried to go back to sleep.
10:30 a.m. – Noticed that I must have dozed off.
10:44 a.m. – Made my way into the kitchen, started coffee, checked to see if ANYONE commented on my blog post, LinkedIn post, Instagram post, Mighty Networks post, replied to my emails, or played me on Words with Friends.
10:53 – Fell onto the sofa in utter shame after reading my brother’s response to a text exchange about our dad who is having difficulty getting doctors to listen to him.
Me: “I wish there was something I could do to help him.”
Brother: “Show up.”
Spent some time being pissed off.
3:52 p.m. – Looked at the clock.
So, as you can see, it was turning out to be a less than productive day. Then I decided I needed to organize myself to get at least one thing accomplished. My job was recently eliminated and the two potential, and unsolicited, opportunities that I’d been contacted about had evaporated. Honestly, why do people contact you about jobs and then say, “Nah, we decided to go in a different direction.”?
What an insult!
I digress. I opened a new Word document. The doorbell rang. I rushed to see who it was only to find I was too late to engage the Amazon delivery person in conversation about the sudden change in the weather. She was already moving on to her next stop. I returned to the kitchen table where I’ve been camped out since March. First, to work and then to look for work.
One by one, I began to open tabs on my computer, as one does when selecting the perfect medium to unleash creative genius. My inner dream weaver has become a meme maker. So, of course, a scroll through my vast photo library was in order.
4:22 p.m. Having accomplished virtually nothing today, I decided happy hour starts whenever you feel like it from now on! Enjoy the video.
Honie Briggs 
This is me catching up on bloggers I love, and posts I saved. This is me, realizing my schedule is identical to yours… well, almost. Amazon didn’t come today. 😉
Love the writing, and your garden ❤️. That butterfly.. so incredibly beautiful.
Well, I’ve decided happy “hour” should be plural, so.
Also: why are we not playing Words With Friends?! That’s been my jam for over a decade!
Hour(s) it is then, Mr. Petruska. Hit me up on WWF when you’re on there next time.
Loved the blooms and the butterfly, but methinks you could use something a little more cathartic. Have you considered killing some Orcs? Or perhaps some giant spiders. A dragon or two? Seriously, online games may not be productive, but they do get us out of the ‘here-and-now’, and a bit of success, even if it is only a digital Orc, is good for the soul. I’m playing Elder Scrolls Online and you’d be amazed how many ladies of a certain age I’ve met in-game. Not many as old as me [67] but gone are the days when gaming was the sole province of pimply 14 year olds. 😀
C’mon, wanna kill some Orcs? -hugs-
You have made me smile like I haven’t in a while! 😆 Yes, yes killing Orcs is definitely for me. ~hugs~
lol lol lol! There ya go, my job is done. 😀
Loved the garden stroll–colors, butterfly, and accompanying music. Just checking, though, by ending Daylight Savings early, wouldn’t that put you one hour farther from the cocktail hour? No objections here … it’s 5:00 somewhere, that’s what counts. Hang in there.
You are correct, Donna. Happy hour begins whenever we like from now on! : ) Glad you enjoyed the garden stroll. The weather, since I didn’t get to tell the Amazon driver, has turned chilly and there won’t be blooms for much longer.