I stole this idea point-blank from this sweet, beautiful, incredibly honest blog I stumbled upon.
listening: all day to the jokes of my coworkers, all of whom are in a particularly funny mood today. Working in a newsroom is like being with family sometimes -- a bunch of really warped, genuinely decent human beings.
eating: not so much. Elephant came home sick a couple of weeks back and expectedly passed the virus along to Butterfly. Butterfly, in turn, clung to me like a wee little spider monkey these past few days ... and expectedly passed the virus along to me.
drinking: water, coffee, Pibb.
wearing: actually, surprisingly, not jeans today. I know. I can't believe it either.
feeling: sick. Missing my children very, very much. Especially worried about my little Butterfly's nighttime fevers at the moment and wishing wishing wishing them away, as I whispered several times to her that I would breathe in the nasty germs to make them my own if only they would leave her body completely.
weather: waiting for true fall days to arrive, not this why-are-we-pretending-it's-still-summer charade.
wanting: my kids. To swallow without pain.
needing: love. Tylenol. To pay the mortgage.
thinking: I keep forgetting to make phone calls during the non-work parts of the days. And that I want my shift to be over so I can go home and go to sleep.
enjoying: work. I know. It's a conundrum.
wondering: when I'll get back to my studio to finish all of those projects. When I'll ever list all of the finished things for sale on etsy.