Where can I hide until the enforced socialization period has passed?
Thanksgiving week is here and the news is mixed, but my attitude is fan-tastic. I have greatly increased my writing quotas (somehow) and managed to make a ton more money than I’m used to as a starving writer, so I’m going to relieve myself of some debt this holiday season instead of adding more to the pile.
To balance this out, the dating start-up where I was to be a star blogger has finally died following a long illness. I get to keep ownership of all my material, so a new dating advice site will soon crop up associated with all of our many other sites. I think my boss was near tears revealing the bad news to me today. I felt sorry for him. I saw it coming, though, so I wasn’t at all thrown by news of the demise.
Practice is going well. Running is sucking the life out of me like a vampire fiend. Interesting notes: We wrapped up meditation when the coyotes massed at the corner of the house and yelped along with the timer signal. Last night I got one bright hot red/purple ear due to energy flows. I spent last week focusing on my lower back, opposite my dantien, due to girl time. Nothing remarkable happened all week; then this week, my focus was back in its usual place up front when my legs and lower back lit up with heat and fire. Interesting. We measured my resting heart rate, which I was surprised to see was 64.
Today I watched two pileated woodpeckers attempt to dismantle one of the trees across the road, raining down chunks of wood debris.