<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2026 22:07:18 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>wordsmiths</category><category>Things</category><category>cat poop</category><category>geekery</category><category>Flood</category><category>Home</category><category>accents</category><category>accidents</category><category>anthrax</category><category>anthropomorphism</category><category>anxiety averted</category><category>blatherskate</category><category>boobs</category><category>bus shrapnel</category><category>clostridium</category><category>comfort</category><category>cookies</category><category>country 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(tiff)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1627</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-4726286513886587701</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2025 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-11-24T09:25:27.791-05:00</atom:updated><title>Written in a hurry</title><atom:summary type="text">Emmy woke up on a fine Fall morning, looked out the front porch door at the mountains rolling away at her feet and thought &#39;a person could get real lost out there if they wanted to.&#39;Her Daddy&#39;s done it, so she knew it was true.Just a few steps into the forest, up a hill, follow an old indian path to a flat spot where they used to camp before they got run out, and never light a fire in the daytime</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2025/11/written-in-hurry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-4567859230133153481</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2025 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-09-01T12:50:52.123-04:00</atom:updated><title>Took a one-way train the wrong way</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;This time, on The Misadventures of Tiff and Biff:&amp;nbsp;We are just back from a short weekend trip to see grandchild #3, a darling wee 1-week-old baby girl who is very very good at snoozing (during the daytime anyhow).&amp;nbsp;She lives with her parents who live about 4 hours away, so naturally Biff and I drive to see them, because she cannot drive yet and it&#39;s a long walk to our house but she </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2025/09/took-one-way-train-wrong-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhPA7py2BYDs1VtJ18TxqmA7l0utJJGv2L5tLS_IOlA2JRUqxZyQwfbT-OFS9E7GGuQUI-6Sv-MJG_DRCM-Pc3Ynjv2jikPC5-hRZxCpWv3b9DalHbr9sHRxqQkQdciV234eSYQ0wu1XazbblZ1i9aHNmPg4h30kHe458-LT-rc7yDOt-okPqyTQ/s72-w200-h113-c/first%20ward%20park.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-7694405859590298951</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2023 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-05-31T12:57:18.958-04:00</atom:updated><title>Birthday times again (#61)</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Well, it&#39;s baseball, and it&#39;s now my age, so...it works? (I have never heard of this movie, it must be noted)&amp;nbsp;Y&#39;all.&amp;nbsp; I will commence my 62nd year of age at approximately 2:20 this afternoon.My Mom reminds me every year of my birth time, and sometimes the methodology of my arrival into the world of air and breathing.&amp;nbsp; Look up &#39;frank breech,&#39; or as the nice Irish obstetrician </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2023/05/birthday-times-again-61.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRcCZCsEH7Tr7XS37JM4tOac6f2IadSR2JFh4tDXwiL3cOg_fCBnwNdcY9kYws_CIA32US4CvUZpV2nH08rwrvJyG39LasD5JdGzH-2E-hmQL2RYQiUVzbSjITpI1E6D_e8dusngut3pYRRHqXm79FcroSH3KFK5eve5x3kRhoBvh3Cx8DWUI/s72-c/61.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-6865285751523723853</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2023 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-05-29T13:34:56.997-04:00</atom:updated><title>Memorial Day sits heavy (and it should)</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Today is a day of reflection and remembrance of those who died while serving in the U.S. military,
 according to the Congressional Research Service. The holiday is 
observed in part by the National Moment of Remembrance, which encourages
 all Americans to pause at 3 p.m. for a moment of silence.&amp;nbsp;A couple of things that might make it to that 3 p.m. moment of silence and reflection: &amp;</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2023/05/memorial-day-sits-heavy-and-it-should.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22fxgg-MNAnkT_fpA8rDeLVm_R_RNEfaaC5Yp5wehefujGgeZbIsiTiw7N4mNzjR5usTOmMAuOPxbdZT1ECWPGZqTiNxk2joelE97luKYDG4dF1podTdTQBFf-ACQ90hssS-_ula7F-ZB9DPvGmt0QaNWkSfjJIqmdqT0VuUcAha2KfdS0ng/s72-c/InMemoriam-header.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-7830458290482163035</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2023 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-04-26T14:49:29.671-04:00</atom:updated><title>How to fit into shoes</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;I have reached an age that isn&#39;t quite retirement (dang it) but definitely qualifies for a smattering of &#39;senior citizen&#39; discounts.While I have yet to take advantage of any of those discounts, because I don&#39;t go to the stores that offer them for someone my age I guess, I COULD save money on a cup of coffee at McDonald&#39;s if I wanted to.Among the things that accompany the onset of aging is </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2023/04/how-to-fit-into-shoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhofCRy5NxtIGdGmIJZa5EtqompySjePXVTsm0YccEhChD5U_05WB5OfvwdPEAwE3tkM9MfvaugwIH1bScw_h6wM4qGdvlNvyK9kLUTwyNbaa6nnnb-bBVuU_o-KEBuqlhQDzhmBozlc7wotHV6GWqVhY-t331RjnB_gA0gBkjt3vi6PzGVPwg/s72-c/Royal_Flush_w.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-2741218080637363220</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Apr 2023 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-04-14T09:49:09.635-04:00</atom:updated><title>Is it really about the meeting?</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Like this, only in red.&amp;nbsp;The venue was huge, Vegas huge.&amp;nbsp; There were giant fountains in lobbies, lush fake greenery around wagon-wheel light fixtures 10 feet wide, literal WALLS of color-shifting light that throbbed with whatever beat was bluetoothed to it, cavernous reception rooms, labyrinths of hallways, cacophonies of catering carts being pushed too fast by handsome young </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2023/04/is-it-really-about-meeting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJwLw-PeUgBwWdPVJn5RHXhI_YoWwKJ289qDx6GeFHkcU9YKWkpK2HhyIAI_5JbNP9PP9masJpZ0iOMRC9gxgYnT-1KKNJ1PFf1drIlL3IPC4qmGGovp8IgTSeLrZOt6Qj71ewO7G07bv0rJJ6NjhMLdPABEUmPJVHwtewIUFlQXFuKLYUyo/s72-c/likethisonlyred.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-3045436597282738832</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2023 20:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-01-31T15:49:51.994-05:00</atom:updated><title>That one time, in the ER</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Can recommend.Last Thursday was a doozie, my friends.&amp;nbsp; I wound up in the ER due to intractable nausea and vomiting due to my yet-undiagnosed &#39;condition.&#39;&amp;nbsp; Got myself in a bit of a pickle with dehydration, so got 500 mL of saline pumped through an IV (hopy crap it hurt getting that thing put in...twice), some Zofran to boot, while the docs analyzed the blood work, had me undergo a </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2023/01/that-one-time-in-er.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXN1zvhyWxe7GY-W91ZgOzAGvUuMAt4_89r6eKqdyMPS0FfKdZGy8s_ayH3CzXX4HIFo58oLzOhmqNWEgDfhefG5hJTmTPh2ffhws9Zr7eut4XpTlL0G__us3WxCeeS7ynA8RQlDlWpi54Z0MnUK5mUKP_jrjCx7gYC1n3FJoQrJ7Q4GNetRM/s72-c/wakemed%20north%20emerg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-6427966005681703388</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2023 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-01-22T13:54:35.767-05:00</atom:updated><title>Waffle Housing and spoiling the dog.</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;They&#39;re what dogs crave!To get y&#39;all caught up on the weather around here; it was cold, then balmy, then WARM, the cool, and now it&#39;s cold and rainy.I figured you&#39;d want to know.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s still nothing like winter, and the daffodils continue to push upward and develop bloomy buddies.&amp;nbsp; We&#39;ll see how they do.&amp;nbsp; They keep coming back, and have done for many years (they were here </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2023/01/waffle-housing-and-spoiling-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUw2auyLsQhQkP4ECTXYZakKYorP20YgE4jXN_f0CqKH-RVdgmiYumVBL9puOwOxXBf4XD56qlYWkOGsKzM8BT88nDVDDc4aZY4dEHLZaHAxVJvwOUjEMEgpShiE-O3VP7rEGKpxMWgWtRTDiaYcjNz0jcVJZdXUUtSjLwDWKNREpmPYso4A/s72-w188-h220-c/dogs%20crave.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-4274965365505930716</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2023 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2023-01-15T07:20:03.998-05:00</atom:updated><title>The heat is on (and on, and on)</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Not ours, but the general ideaRight now it is 27 degrees F outside, which is less than zero in C, and that&#39;s COLD, folks.The fountain in the front garden has been turned off and emptied.&amp;nbsp; I know not from whence the birds now drink.The cars will be wet with melted frost in an hour, after the sun gets to &#39;em (it&#39;s not even arisen yet, such its antipathy toward early Sunday mornings).It </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2023/01/the-heat-is-on-and-on-and-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJ-0ujFolsJEfHg3dEagIb6llFMpz63Fingu6G7ri7Fplc2zyxwEqVc6_PsozkVlao4S7Hjj4EIR4xJoFvRtsKuMkx7Fd97gqxeG8ZI4w2uVDHf4h9F7wAyeIx63gb6ykHscYj6y6Amnz8rwW0dVUxSJHUvAgWbPkMc1zhqzJEWNj_jUFTZI/s72-c/frzn%20fntn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-7548287163483996682</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2022 00:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-12-01T19:50:19.462-05:00</atom:updated><title>The one that wasn&#39;t (and we are glad)</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Before the...&#39;thing&#39; happened&amp;nbsp;Recently, I underwent a procedure familiar to all breast cancer survivors, The Yearly Mammogram.But not just ANY mammogram, oh no.&amp;nbsp; The &#39;screening&#39; ones most women only ever have are simple affairs by comparison, with only a couple of shots (&#39;vertical&#39; and &#39;horizontal,&#39; if you will) to check for any suspicious entities.&amp;nbsp; The ones we lucky </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2022/12/the-one-that-wasnt-and-we-are-glad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vH_VTQwuP0qGDS3qJPWq8U0BavWplLqlrgXXMAhL1YwOnTUdARtvk_yxVVMRdCwBvefCQSxj-4t-T-NmjXr8FyBaffRUl3tP9W0UwcJuXYVB7RZSxkqPg8iJ45oHdfZg6sFO61tdawbf55QDqrdbcfU6oWj8chMn10eOgdSjCH16_lVJj0o/s72-c/the-man-in-the-chair.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-8730467156525068575</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2022 23:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-11-23T18:03:38.270-05:00</atom:updated><title>Duolingo gets me</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Our guide and hero&amp;nbsp;A couple of months ago my Mom and I were having our regular Monday night chat on the phone and she said that she was going to learn Spanish this year using Duolingo.Y&#39;all, my Mom is in her upper &#39;80s and is sharper than me, so I figured I needed to do that too.We were chatting about how 4 p.m. is just a weird time of day - too soon really to start dinner prep at our </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2022/11/duolingo-gets-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrH5hweiL4o70NgfCcJrNYfw1e3H05z3CH9Y7HM1I0Bd9HwUn9S3DKkro76dy_sBztHzfw_Pim0WRFD7vpwZ4zKYuUaPx7LShnY8w6BX3LM4I86MpWALf7iTTg-xmVRgQ_ckcHacdn7lV3_58BukzdQW70Qq8bRacZ2eicNLCGEycUuTORdPo/s72-c/duo.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-339459172460666876</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2022 22:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-11-11T17:48:27.953-05:00</atom:updated><title>A sure-fire diet plan (not really)</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Me, just now.&amp;nbsp; I grew a beard for warmth.&amp;nbsp; Should I keep it?&amp;nbsp;Ever since I was, ever, I do attract viruses.All KINDS of them!&amp;nbsp; When I was in high school I had a cold and the flu at the same time (and my period too), for example, and laid on the big brown couch in the family room, half sensate, watching game shows and napping through the soaps.&amp;nbsp; And not eating, like </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2022/11/a-sure-fire-diet-plan-not-really.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFT9voqHxPfNvMxohmUe9mxnqlaQNA592W5UI8dq0eJyPsFFH8sA3ftYITb24eai5bUWPgNtknTIr6ryGV5K7AMqNVvc2dOifVHPF7nTee8yC94aGMcp5TmIfnsUYQC6hjXjVEf8mXQfQlKEqYI8ygWNigSmEZn3tq0RsE8w2O7wh_la5GK5Y/s72-w320-h213-c/couchcouchbaby.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-3704030983325458629</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2022 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-11-03T17:55:02.548-04:00</atom:updated><title>Out the kitchen window</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;At this time of year, the sun sets through the leaves and branches of a giant oak tree that lives on the lot south/west of us.&amp;nbsp; This just happens to be the view out the kitchen window that we get of that phenomenon in the autumn times, and can be quite a spectacle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just mind the gap(s), because that sun will smite your eyeballs if it&#39;s not peeking picturesquely though the </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2022/11/out-kitchen-window.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPBcL6h09kcHEx-Q2O_9vxU88MjCKuiFia2y8pJABZxFgMOGhiHow_PsbPTJqSw7g3yRhAvVgQFoZeCULPE-plv0NDwRGrwNeattmKGyeWye-Nh-LxMrMv7ATwOvQlv3wYb6uWW3y_N9Hq5x0LAKIiHbH1RL_4G58jCLcsoO4z3I0P9gfWuY/s72-c/313389024_10228357275908016_4538440217199031371_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-582376415945106822</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2022 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-10-22T12:42:56.263-04:00</atom:updated><title>Hot second date, the insulting version</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Charlette and Jacob were having a second date at the second-fanciest coffee house in the town a middle distance for both of them to travel, that&#39;s how well the first date had gone.Charlette comes from a medical background, Jacob is from Scotland.&amp;nbsp; Their conversations have been interesting as a result, both from an accent and topic perspective.For this date, they&#39;ve agreed to come up </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2022/10/hot-second-date-insulting-version.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWtmKngXeBD3Z91hR3wluJLDiYlAm3PBDXtYySU_41KJO85Uw_D0m9ROU8nGR4nWlAPCwmnxlXONtWbVUq0OcOR-5hRtfqYphGQq9SL3LCmIcPOtmOux_8jfxjonv6AM4CPSofJg6TQoo439fmGm__C-ZZZfR3UM0ADeXgEEKPE-2RZIO4Usk/s72-c/second%20date.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-8593261154977554225</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2022 22:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-10-08T18:13:03.182-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bang bang whirrrr CLUNK (Storytime)</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;This one&#39;s got some mood lighting - a nice touch.Intro:&amp;nbsp; Lately I&#39;ve been on a hunt for answers to &#39;why do I get sudden attacks of vertigo with no discernible cause, which then usually make me barf?&#39;A question for the ages, for sure.One step is to, once at least 2 experts are consulted, get an MRI of the skull to 1) ascertain just HOW thick it is, and 2) what might be going wrong </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2022/10/bang-bang-whirrrr-clunk-storytime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BTCKou4yfQ4le9IgK6EV5JBSUX9vSB8Pu1Sxq88D_Wy_2yprQysmIZYXocqc58TI7WP_qM0sH93Um9rOCqxl3sEVXYBy3x8cQUOAq5DdThE3V1RqL00pMsSc0WP16TbvYGEMuAyDv8J1bH4Nn0etgAXOxHXMih0iHG1w0aMC9RJRf2vEa_M/s72-c/GettyImages-1045018284_forweb.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-3820136838093431515</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2022 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-09-24T15:23:56.750-04:00</atom:updated><title>Smells like ashwagandha up in here (or is that the passionflower)?</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;I can do that, thanks.For too many years now, I&#39;ve been trying to tough out anxiety.&amp;nbsp; 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I have been awake since 4.&amp;nbsp; This is the new me, I suppose, awake in the middle of the night, trying to get sleepy enough to go back to bed to catch a few winks before having to be awake to monitor the progress of another day.Thank the good Lord above for being able to work from home.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;d be a wreck if I </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2022/09/motn-awakenings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-5362172384388330363</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2022 23:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2022-09-09T19:50:50.646-04:00</atom:updated><title>I need a hobby, I think (Tales of the lonely pilot&#39;s wife)</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Recently, through a tons of hard work and want-to, the LOML became A Person of Worth at a place that is paying him money to be smart, well-spoken, managerial, and competent.It&#39;s not what he&#39;s worth, to be sure, but it&#39;s enough to keep the lights on.Which is good, because he works a lot and I&#39;m turning on lights well before he gets home most nights, even though it&#39;s only not even </atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2022/09/i-need-hobby-i-think-tales-of-lonely.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic_nQRMXxd5zVrG0XldXBvwhPaPXYwmTz5TXsIq8yoEoJoceP8xDzTnY-RtMeqHt2n4lOL06tqp_jCP36JV6b3aOwUWwPk3_Fcc7JoYCGCZ0kC_bj_lU88UZ2atXJc4FQyaQK3Ms532cvW17Sf1JkteynSCldzT3F1tGGxo6-3lORb_b__nLs/s72-c/WIN_20220909_19_37_05_Pro.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-8984207528328238895</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2021 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-03-24T17:02:41.182-04:00</atom:updated><title>What a stinker</title><atom:summary type="text">Silent but deadlyIt is once again that time of year during which my neighborhood stinks.Like, really stinks.It&#39;s the Bradford pear trees; 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Like EVERY DAY type of regularly.&#39;And, so what?&#39; you might ask.&amp;nbsp; I do not blame you for wondering, frankly..Well, this time last year I wasn&#39;t.This time last year I was 5 infusions into 6 rounds of chemotherapy, and just about every ounce of strength I had was plowed into</atom:summary><link>http://noaccentyet.blogspot.com/2021/03/i-saved-lot-on-soap-last-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tiff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-r_wq9qio0jDChV4-7RFnWJaJD4wpf7-H_JNV6ZrcxvqCGhgANyvm8TB_rv-dhfaBFIgl1BIpP0kgsPqwf2tuFdUwzmnSRTSBdgsDRfniuYZmo3ecMBBOI0Azfse2FTZ12XXJQ/s72-c/5-c-howell-conant-lilly-pulitzer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18280368.post-4272116544930883715</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2021 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-02-20T17:28:09.807-05:00</atom:updated><title>Moving (to another room) and how it&#39;s all going</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;We decided, it seems, that 2021 is the year we Do All The Big Things, such asTear out every tree in the backyard to prepare forThe garage we are planning to build while alsoRenovating and then putting an addition on the back/&#39;master&#39; 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