The feeling of sickness or indisposition resulting from excess in eating or drinking
5.5 inches so far.
Giving presentations at work has made me realize something.
I don’t actually have stage fright.
I’m simply afraid of not knowing what the fuck I’m talking about in front of other people. It happens more often than I care to admit.
I’m perfectly able to get up and talk IF I know the subject, have some idea of what I’m going to say, and have something (anything!) to refer back to in order to help keep me on point. Like a PowerPoint presentation, or an index card.
All these years I thought it was stage fright that gave me the dry mouth and jitters. Now I realize that I rarely know anything about anything, and have less to say about anything, and that’s what made me nervous. Who knew. (Obviously not me, hardy har.)
My knitting mojo is back! I guess the job was making me more nuts than I realized. So glad I found a new one!
I cast on Scopes again. I love the pattern, it is super easy, and it looks amazing. I wanted to use up stash yarn (I’m not quite SABLE, but it’s getting close). Found yarn that refused to be a Christmas stocking, and cast on.
Looking at my color choices later, with the big, bold stripes, I realized something.
“I think I’m making a flag hat by accident.”
Quinn, who is sitting next to me surfing Reddit, looks at the hat, and starts googling for flags with white, red and green.
So, I do this thing. I go outside at night to spot satellites.
Tonight, I went out with my tea and a plan to spot at least one satellite, despite a wicked bright moon, before bed.
I spotted one right off. It was really bright, the brightest I’ve seen. And it was moving really fast, too fast to be a plane. I yelled for Quinn and told him the International Space Station was passing by.
We waved at the astronauts, I spotted another three satellites (one flared twice!), and we called it a night after the kids yelled at us.
If you want to see the ISS, check here. Spot the station will give you times it will pass overhead!
Me: When this cup is completely empty, I will get ready for the day.
Quinn: <casually gets up, stretches, starts walking towards me>
Me: <grabs the cup>
Him: <stares at me>
Me: <takes a little sip>
Him & Me: STAREDOWN
Me: I can’t tell if you are going to take my cup and dump it out or not.
But she is very sorry. (She didn’t actually do anything.)
For better or worse, its a bit like PHP (or if you prefer, JS): there may be some genius solutions out there built with it, but everyone remembers the kid in the corner with the half-eaten box of crayons.
- Got Adele hot chocolate
- Saved a baby painted box turtle
Lets see what else happens today!