Word of the year

I'm behind by a couple of daybooks, because I can't figure out just what to say in my rage over the shutdown.  Husband has worked some absolute miracles on the house, though.

Being pregnant got me to FINALLY remember to bring in an exercise ball to sit on in my office, since it's no longer so comfortable to sit in a chair or stand all day.  Jostling around on the ball just now, I got to thinking:

I can never come up with a Word For The Year in January (nor new year's resolutions either). But maybe for the new fiscal year, my word can be MOVE.

Stiff back? Get up, stretch for 2 seconds, sit down.  Just moving a little helped.

Nodding off? Overwhelmed by a to-do item? Failing to generally be excellent? Just moving a little on these things will, I expect, help just as much.

Reboot!

So, it's been more than five years since I posted to this blog. I'm a very, very different person now, with a Ph.D. and a full-time job and a house and a husband and a completely different emotional life than that n00b of a grad student had. The house is as messy as the apartment ever was. My brother has taken over our family's share of being in grad school and worrying about things. The job, much to my chagrin, really does leave me with less free time and energy than I had in grad school.

And the husband has started posting book and movie reviews to his blog, and I've gotten all behind on the list of Books Read that I try to keep, and so the blogging urge has struck again.

Round the spinney we go, as they say...