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Hello you guys! I seem to have forgotten how to blog with everything going on around here. I'm sure I'm not the only one. Hope you all are coping okay?

Last week Things finally got to some semblance of a routine this week and I've been finally feeling better and in charge of my emotional faculties. I've taken over one of the upstairs bedrooms and set it up as my office-cum-homeschool room. In other words, the room is a big mess, but both my daughter and I are able to navigate the room fine as everything in the room has a meaning in our own brains. We're both very organized that way. I've been using a sit-stand desk for my work laptop and I'm a little glad that I got to try this system finally. When I'm not working, I'm helping the girl with her letters, numbers, or fun activities. Trust me, this is difficult but we worked through the system this week, and think we have it under control. My father-in-law watches my son during the day as the little ma…

Back to the Pen and Paper | The Sunday Salon

The Sunday Salon

After all the time I spent on my Day in the Life post, I should have realized that a long blogging break was on the horizon. Honestly, it was unplanned. I just didn't have any posts typed up and every free minute I had, I chose to spend it reading. Until the great virus outbreak of last week. Which, I'm excited to announce is now behind me. It took three whole days. That's all. Just three miserable days when all I wanted to do was bury my head in the sand and hope that the world moved on and chores got taken care of.

But enough griping for now. We are just done with lunch and settling in for a lazy afternoon. The husband is traveling to Cincinatti this week so I had just dropped him a few minutes ago at the airport. He will be sorely missed but I will gladly take these occasional and short travels over the regular weekly travels that he had to do in our first year of marriage. Besides, my dad is here so I will still have plenty of help with Shreya and food. Remember I mentioned how much my dad loves cooking? He has made some amazing dishes so far and it's hard to do any kind of portion control when food tastes that good.

Last week, I got an email from Doubleday books saying that I had won this month's Chatterbox. I don't ever win stuff much nowadays so it was a pleasant surprise. The box had a copy of The Translation of Love by Lynne Kutsukake, a calligraphy pen (which was so wonderful to write with), a pair of chopsticks, and a wonderfully fragrant candle. The book itself is one that I hadn't heard of previously so I am looking forward to reading it.

Spending four days at home can make one antsy and I spent a good chunk of my time trying to be feel more organized. It started with a realization that I didn't know how many reviews I had pending to write. Depending on what kind of day I am having, this realization either won't bother me at all (usually these are the 'yeah, that's life' kind of days) or I will start hunting for yet another system that I will try to adapt and usually fail at. The past four days were the latter kind of day. I started looking for a Trello-like app where I can get notifications and have a calendar view on my phone. Trello has worked amazingly well for me... when I remembered to use the app. What I wanted was Trello + notifications + calendars without having to download extra integration apps that did it. (Also, I have been trying to KonMari my life lately so the less apps, the better.)

Zilch. Would you believe that there was nothing out there? For the briefest of moments, I considered writing my own app but ditched that option right away because I didn't have that kind of time. I eventually downloaded Remember the Milk and made it do what I was envisioning but it was still a frustrating system. That's when I thought of giving bullet journal a try. I had been wanting to go pen-and-paper for a long time but looking at all the beautiful planners out there made me somewhat hesitant. I don't have an artistic bone in my body but that's the beauty of bullet journaling - you don't have to be artistic. So that's where I am right now. I have a book and a pen - I just need to start writing. The husband has been beyond amused by this recent craze of mine. He and I are such opposites when it comes to a need to plan.

Anyways, while I set my journal up, I'd like to know if you bullet journal or keep planners!


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