where'd all the time go?
Floor Time
/flôr tīm/
noun
the 15-60 minute time period spent laying on the floor in the middle of the work day, typically as a relief from the soul-sucking reality of corporate America.
They say if it weren't for the eleventh hour nothing would get done. Well let me tell you, I’ve been perpetually living in the eleventh hour for this entire week (you should see the state of my desk—or my room for that matter) and still nothing is done. As we race to the end of the year and prepare for the slew of holiday gatherings, I’ll be honest and say I’m feeling more feral1 than festive.
I lamented all this to my therapist earlier this week, explaining that for two weeks I’ve just felt a day late and a dollar short—truly hell for someone like me who prides themselves on being an over-the-top planner and type-A organizer. In times like these, I almost want to let the chokehold of corporate America take over, and put together a look-back doc—*shudders*—to review how I could’ve handled things differently2. But for now, still in the thick of things, literally scrambling-to-write-this-Floor-Time-the-morning-of-because-I-didn’t-have-a-single-hour-for-personal-projects-this-week, all I can say is: If you’re also feeling like a chicken without a head, take my hand, and our headless chicken butt nubs can frolic off into the sunset together. Idk what I just said. I haven’t had time for coffee yet.
One more thing before we go—today was meant to be the last day you could order your cards. Since this week has been a snowball of chaos, I haven’t made a dent in the writing bit of it (which will change today, I promise). Therefore! If I’m running late, you can run late, too. #empath. You now have until Sunday 12/10 @ 11:59PM EST. Order them up before it’s too late! And check out the unboxing video here if you want to get a sense of size and shape.
Something I Thought of in the Shower
No seriously, why is everyone putting ribbons on their ice cubes?
Something Pretty
Andrew and I had our date night at Lord’s in the West Village this week. Sublime “New British” food (is that a thing?) I would recommend to anyone looking for an elevated yet cozy and unpretentious dinner. And yes, I’m making this Scotch Egg my entire personality now.
Something To Laugh About
Didn’t have a lot of scrolling time this week but here are some gems for you:
This man is unbridled happiness. He has found peace. He is also me when I went to Quebec City earlier this year and saw the most snow of my life.
Finally we’re talking about this! It’s giving texting “I’m on my way” when you’re still lying in bed in your PJs.
I’m obsessed with this trend and this is one of the top two best ones out there.
Something for Clarice
Hey! This newsletter is free and I intend to keep it that way. That said, if you love it and want to show your appreciation, buy me a coffee :)
By the way…I’m reading this.
I read the second book of the Molly the Maid series, The Mystery Guest by Nita Prose. These are easy reads, but with little to no payoff. Curious if others felt the same.
Thanks for reading this wacky and sort of rushed newsletter (apologies!). I’ll be back next week hopefully more sane and coherent :) Don’t forget to order your cards before Sunday and love you long time for the support.
Til’ next time, chickens. Your friend,
Clarice
Not in a fun and flirty way tho.