Greetings from day 11 of being hypothyroid! It is a miserable existence. I am brain dead, cranky and prone to outbursts of tears in public and private. On Wednesday I got up and got the kids off to school, went back to bed until 12, got up and tried to do some tasks, went back to bed until Jack came home, took Sophie to a xcountry meet and cried, stopped at Fresh Market to buy dinner and went to directly to bed shortly thereafter. Sleep is fitful as my heart races and I have been having the most vivid and disturbing dreams. I hope my next post is from a happier state of being. I shall spare you dear readers of any more of this ranting.
I have been enjoying immensely a stack of Suns that a friend dropped by. It's a left of center political and arty journal that comes out of Chapel Hill, NC. I used to subscribe when I was teaching way back when in my other life.
My favorite part of the journal is at the end where they have a section called "Readers Write". There is generally a simple word that is used as a writing prompt. I was reading the Feb. issue and the prompt was "snow". It was nice to read about snow sitting outside in the muggy weather. There are also inspirational quotes on the back page called "Sunbeams."
I was thinking about resubscribing but I just bought a subscription of National Geographic for Sophie (isn't that what every 14 year old wants for her birthday?) We currently receive The Economist, a bunch of stupid fitness magazines I never subscribed to, Garden & Gun, Sports Illustrated for Kids, and Runner's World. I think we are good on periodicals.
On the flip side, I am sick of reading essays and blogs where the authors are praising their poor parenting skills in an effort to be humorous. There's nothing funny about being lazy, disorganized and generally moronic. We've turned critical self-disclosure into something way too pedestrian and overexposed thanks to Facebook and the internet. But then again, I'm cranky, remember?
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