Icicle
In which I am cold through-and-through.
In which I am cold through-and-through.
Power Nap
In which I discover the joys of a directed nap.
In which I discover the joys of a directed nap.
Update on the Shop Cats (and Chicken)
In which the animals at the shop are doing well.
In which the animals at the shop are doing well.
Get Rich Slowly has afforded me some unexpected opportunities. Among the most exciting of these is the chance to work with a “wellness coach”. Lauren Muney, who runs Physical Mind, contacted me after a recent GRS entry in which I lamented how fat I am (a subject with which foldedspace readers are all-too-familiar). I’m a …
The Little Death
In which I am sick. In which I worry too much.
In which I am sick. In which I worry too much.
Recipes from Rosings Park
In which I share recipes from our friends and family.
In which I share recipes from our friends and family.
The Cutting Edge
In which I rave about Macs and the varieties of Mac users.
In which I rave about Macs and the varieties of Mac users.
Site Tweaks
In which I make a few small changes to the site.
In which I make a few small changes to the site.
Luneray’s home-buying adventure is over, but I’d like to continue to share home-ownership stories every Thursday. Fortunately, I’ve got some doozies of my own to share. For the next few weeks, I’ll describe what it’s like to move into an old house. Two years ago — just before I developed my frugal side — my …
Complaints of a Boxmaker
In which I grouse about stupid people who order boxes.
In which I grouse about stupid people who order boxes.