Day 19 complete. Dodo bientot. ![]()
Day 22 done!
Day 22 done.
Anne Sexton, Her Kind
ā¦rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
Day 21 complete. ![]()
My ADHD allowed me to complete the first step, today. Screenshot the calendar. Iām sure I wonāt look at it after today. ![]()
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Day 23 done! The only reason I was able to get it done was because I didnāt want to miss the check-in here.
Day 23 done as well - and I will have a bonus training session tomorrow morning!
Helen Dudley, Song
A few more windy days
Must come and go their ways.
And we will walk,
My love and I
Beneath the amber-dripping boughs.
Day 22 completed.
What about this? Almost some traditional start into the year.
Iāve been debating this for some time now. I think Iām in. Itās too much of a tradition to not do it
Day 23 complete. AHH, back on track. Even one day rest for tomorrow ![]()
Itās a rest day, but I had a smashing gym sesh with Storminā Norman this morning, so Iām feeling fit!
Helen Maria Williams (not an American poet, so out of keeping with my efforts this month), To Mrs K____, On Her Sending Me an English Christmas Plum-Cake at Paris
The early scenes, when life was new;
When memory knew no sorrows past,
And hope believed in joys that last! ā
Kind of failed the second half of the December challenge, but Iām definitely jumping back in. Sounds awesome!!
Day 26 done! @Puzzled Iām in for January, good idea!
Day 26 done with a rousing gym sesh after work.
Mark Wagenaar, Meanwhile the elephants
⦠the elephants walk thirty kilometers
to find the house of their keeper
who died last night, to keep a vigil,
an honor guard of fifteen-thousand-pound
bodies, they wait all night
Day 26 complete
Day 27 done!
Day 27 done.
Billy Collins
Hereās to the wind blowing against this lighted house and to the vast, windless spaces between the stars.
Day 26 complete.
Crap. I thought this was day 27. I am still behind one day. ![]()
Day 28 is a rest day, so that was easy! (Still went to the gym and did more solid core work, out of guilt mostly).
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr, The Chambered Nautilus
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by lifeās unresting sea!

