Porthole

Off to bed early

Almost midnight and still 46 degrees. My window is wide open.

I did eat earlier and I did read. But I'm worn out and tired after having done nothing. I might go to bed earlier tonight. The sun is getting up earlier every day and not letting me sleep in.

41 degrees going on 11 a.m. I left the windows open and it's 'fresh' in here. Will need to close them later... if not sooner! Not warming up today.

So far the 30dbc is going okay. I've been able to handle the prompts in a consistent way and other bloggers are stopping in. I have some catching up to do with their blogs but I also have writing I must attend to.

I'm into the book I'm reading and that's a good thing. I want this to be a habit while I'm home. Better than trying to the year away.

High for the day at 46 degrees?

I made dolgana again... not as 'fluffy' as I want it... and no clue what I'm doing right or wrong.

I ate. This may seem senseless but living alone and not going anywhere can easily lead to extremes as I'm not a disciplined 'eat 1/2 banana with my oatmeal at 7 a.m.' type of person. With all due respect ... what's 7 a.m.?

I met my new neighbor Joel. This is important. I like knowing who belongs here and believe it's important that young people know that the walls are thin *hint hint*.

My book... now up to page 92.

Wasted some time on bookface. I'm okay if I keep it to a minimum.

Ranting drains me.

I have far too many friends there and here who are White Identity Christians. Some are offended or perplexed when they realize I'm not... and don't want to be. Some end up blocking me or shunning me. I don't have enough friends who are people-of-color who interact with me here or there. Is it a matter of trust? Since few read my regular blog entries and fewer dare engage me. I don't know.

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