Last Monday morning as I drove into work, I saw a text come in from Mr. Muse warning me about an accident at a major intersection I usually drive through. “You may end up needing to go a different route.” As I came around a curve on the road, miles from the intersection, I could see traffic already backing up on the main artery, and with a split-second decision, I was headed south on a back road. Continue reading
Leaving the job I had at the end of last year was a good thing.
I left with the ambitious goal of being a paid writer (and for a variety of other reasons), which I am, kinda… but it doesn’t bring in the dinero like what I had been making. That’s meant some changes around Chez Muse, not bad changes, but changes that have been felt. Continue reading
It was Tuesday night. I had class in the big city, Mr. Muse was escorting his Wife #2 (our good friend) and three (or was it four) other ladies to see Journey in concert. I came home late after class and headed to the barn to do chores and as I stepped out the back door, I heard them. The Spring Peepers. Continue reading
How does the saying go? “It’s supposed to be hard. If it was easy, everyone would do it.” That’s what breaking bad habits is like and last week’s post seems to have struck a chord with a lot of readers. Continue reading
Stress is a bitch. A cold, hard bitch – which is also a great song, but I digress.
Some years back I had a moment of realization that I had gotten fat. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, caught a look at myself in the mirror and shouted down the hall to Mr. Muse, “Holy Shit! When did I get fat!?” Continue reading
If you’ve been paying attention over the years, you’ll know that Mr. Muse and I have two cats remaining as house pets (well, we have tropical fish in the house, too). Our four-legged “kids” are 17 and 18 years (78 and 80 years in “cat” years) of age respectively, and to be honest, I was sure that our cat Alex would have passed away two winters ago. Continue reading