Every now and again, I go through phases where I’m bored with what I have in my Tumblr or my Feedly – in terms of reading. I then proceed to add stuff.
And then there are times like now, where I am busy at work (seriously, added two hours to my flex. time account today.) and am running about like crazy. When I come home now, I want to check those sites. But I don’t want to wade through a lot of posts that I don’t need.
So I delete feeds and unfollow tumblrs.
When I first started reading social media (be it LiveJournal, Facebook, GoogleReader (RIP) or Twitter), things were easy. It was chronological.
That meant that whenever I reached a post I remembered reading before, I was done.
Now, a lot of the sites have gone the direction of using algorithms that show you what you see, and in which order you see it.
And it’s annoying. Two hour old tweets disappear behind tweets that are days old. And the same with Facebook posts. (And don’t get me started on how ALL I suddenly see on Facebook are things my friends liked… or comments they have made on other people’s posts.)
/grumpy old lady.
Activity-wise, my spare time go in waves. So far this year, it’s been mostly about the books. 
I figure I have to get ahead in my challenge before my focus change.
the fireworks that the neighbours are setting off. May 2017 be a good year.
I love the fact that people have started decorating with lights outside for December.
Mainly because I have been hit with a major case of “dark and dreary and stress and hormones and drama.” And it is coming out in a mix of depression, anxiety and muscle pain. And possibly also a cold to top it off.
My mind is playing havoc with my body – and here I am, flat on my back again hoping to destress enough to actually function.
¡Yay for wintertime!
Usually decorated with icing, but at my Mum’s cousin’s funeral – she got the idea to do them with coarse salt. Insanely yummy.
A while ago, I made a Facebook event for a housewarming party. I lacked the energy to actually invite anyone.
Now the date of the event is approaching. Instead, I am having people individually over. That’s about the level of energy right now.
It would be even easier to not have anyone over, but that is just not happening either. I may enjoy my own company, but I also like my friends.
Forever my mother (and grandmother) have bought dried figs for Christmas. I’ve tried them, several times – and plain don’t like dried figs.
This week, I was tempted by a box of fresh figs at my grocery store. Laid enticingly next to the check out counter, I fell for the trap and put them in my basket.
Plus, technically an adult and trying new things is probably a part of that.
Then I made this – which may have changed my opinion on figs.
Warm, cheesy, saucy and sweet… Yes, please!
When you wake up in the middle of the night, and the thoughts go to everything you said or did in the past couple of days – and how it is not how you would like to do it.
And how it is Saturday morning now – and you can’t do much to fix it until returning to work on Tuesday, because of … It is Saturday morning.
Garghs.