Pasta alla Norcina
I will kick off this post with a fantastic recipe I made last night because that’s probably why you are here.
If you want to read my boring life update (because it’s been MONTHS since I’ve blogged), it’s below the recipe card.
I will kick off this post with a fantastic recipe I made last night because that’s probably why you are here.
If you want to read my boring life update (because it’s been MONTHS since I’ve blogged), it’s below the recipe card.
This may be the longest stretch of time I haven’t blogged. My last post was in June, and frankly, after all the car troubles on vacation, my youngest broke his arm, we needed to replace our entire HVAC system, and I just was not in the mood.
It was “a summer,” to say the least, but things have been looking up lately.
I’m doing it!
I’m sneaking in this post before the end of the month!
I’ve challenged myself to post at least monthly, if only for the self-reflection.
The last time I posted, it was April, and I honestly don’t know when or how May got here so fast.
Sometimes my days are so full I barely have time to think, and with our anniversary last week and social activities starting to pick back up, time feels as if it’s going by at warp speed.
I am trying NOT to be miserable on Mondays.
I am!
However, I’m failing… well… miserably!
I know “they” say you shouldn’t work for the weekend, but that’s where I am right now. There are three weeks left in this semester, and I’m just trying to keep myself together.
Wow, what a miserable day.
Nothing, in particular, happened to make it any more miserable than any other day. I just have this constant feeling of, well, doom.
Gosh, that’s a harsh word, but I’m not sure I can come up with anything better to describe it. Sometimes the “doom feelings” creep in, and I can’t shake them. I’m basically on the verge of tears all day.
Do you know what I miss most about my old blogging days?
The daily brain dumps.
I find writing so therapeutic, but I don’t tend to do it unless I have the blog accountability. It’s kind of like playing the guitar. If I’m not actively taking lessons, I don’t tend to practice.
This is one of the things I hate about myself.