what you're supposed to do when you don't like a thing is change it

• Making: ...plans for lunch tomorrow with a friend who I haven't seen in far too long. Not sure if it'll work out, but it would be really nice.
• Cooking: ...a lot, lately. For the last couple of years I haven't spent much time cooking, preferring to have simple food that can be eaten quickly. The problems with that? Much of it isn't great nutritionally, and it isn't interesting to eat anyway.  It's been fun (though time consuming) to get back into the real thing.
• Drinking: ...tea, water, occasional Coke. Very rare beer.
• Reading: ...poetry, history, quirky fiction. Some genre fiction. A couple of magazines.
• Wanting: ...the people I care about to know that I care about them--and then some
• Looking: ...at some things that may end up on my typically way out there Christmas wish-list
• Wasting: ...about half the day tomorrow, after an early start with the doctor
• Wishing: ...for more time off. It's been a while since I've truly relaxed.
• Enjoying: ...the lingering feelings from a long conversation over the course of this whole day
• Waiting: ...for someday
• Liking: ...my new boots (which really aren't new, just haven't been worn all that much)
• Wondering: ...if I can ever train myself to stop asking "why", and just accept what is for what it is
• Loving: ...yeah. I do.
• Listening: ...is compromised, terribly, by a string of bad luck a few weeks ago. The storage device that housed my music library crashed, and so all of my music was gone (along with all my digital photos and some other files). I managed to retrieve (OK, to pay someone else to retrieve) most of the data, but even that came at a price: it was retrieved as a mass of unnamed jpeg or mp4 or doc files, unnamed and unsorted. I cannot even imagine the work that I face in dealing with it all. So, yeah. Listening to music at this point is a study in frustration and vague sadness, a whole lot of YouTube-ing and sighing. 
• Needing: ...sleep, better headache pain management, and one of those real, bone-crushing hugs that lets you know that someone really, really cares
• Smelling: ...fresh laundry, popcorn, and the leather from those boots
• Wearing: ...PJ pants, an oversized long-sleeved t-shirt with more holes than anything, and white running socks
• Following: ...my own mind
• Noticing: ...that the furnace just powered up again. It must be getting colder outside.
• Knowing: ...that November is gonna suck. I do not like November.
• Thinking: ...I should get to bed soon, because the first appointment is at 7:45 and that's surprisingly hard to make
• Feeling: ...sleepy, aching, and strangely happy
• Bookmarking: ...not much of anything lately. In fact, I would like to take an hour or two to delete about half of my unused and probably outdated bookmarks, soon.
• Opening: ...up the possibility of having the kitchen and dining room floor replaced at the beginning of the year. I may stop out at the flooring place tomorrow to check out the possibilities.
• Giggling: ...at some mental images that I talked and texted about today. Cuddling & cooing with the man-crush...

[taken from here; the title quotation is by Maya Angelou, from Wouldn't Take Nothing for my Journey Now]