A is for Atmosphere

It’s a trifecta today or a triple tumble. This frequency is displaying mania. An inherited trait. I could’ve also maybe called this post, A is for Adult diagnosed ADHD.

B Daddy (only I get to call him that 😂) has started participating in my moon shenanigans. The next full moon is 4/4/26 and we’re both waiting in anticipation (yet another A word).

I stayed home Monday more pain than I could tolerate but yesterday and today as I prepared to leave, he comes out to the carport with me and we both scanned the sky.

It’s been too cloudy to see though yesterday, as I drove, the clouds parted and the almost full moon peeked out, following me to work.

And this morning before I even got on the highway, I saw how the clouds were doing the same thing— floating.

Instead of just leaving, I backed out, drove a bit forward watching.

I took a picture through the dirty window, but it never does it justice.

4/1/26

And then I just… stopped.

I got out of the car.

The air felt different.

The same air—but not.

A breeze. Insects. A dog barking somewhere. The highway, purring and steady.

Everything felt… held.

The clouds moved back in, and the moon disappeared completely. Not softened—gone.

But I know it’s there.

Maybe that’s the part I need to remember —just because I can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there. No matter where you are …. 💝

As always, more to come.

#1linerWeds. More Than Will Power

Well, considering the munchies are not an illness in my opinion, we don’t need a cure. Chomp, chomp, crunch.

I saw the following on my walk around the building on a random whiteboard. It’s just too good to pass up. Without further ado, here’s my one liner in four sentences.

I run everyday for 20 minutes. If I miss a day, I add 20 minutes to the next day. Truly a game changer! Tomorrow, I’m supposed to run for four months.

I miss running. I didn’t even sign up for track. It was a requirement to play volleyball at my tiny little school . I had no idea how much track or teams in general would influence my life. And while I can’t run anymore and really haven’t ran in years because I blew out my knee, I walk. Yeah, I know it’s not the same but movement in all its forms is beneficial. 

Written for one liner Wednesday. April Fools Day, 2026. Also, little Jilly‘s conception day, 1964.

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