March 2020: quarantine month 1

March lasted one thousand years, plus I’m very late on writing this so now I hardly remember what happened. It’s amazing how time becomes very fluid and subjective when you’re at home all day every day.

It was a month of contrasts: for the first half of the month, we were going everywhere and doing everything. And then for the second half, we were going (almost) nowhere and doing nothing. Continue reading “March 2020: quarantine month 1”

October 2019: let’s call this the pink lady month

Before I started actually writing the post, I was going to say that there was not a lot to say about October. In a good way. It was a month spent at home, which has been extremely rare this year. Not much happened (although I can still write at length about it!), and it’s reflected in my spending below—spoiler alert, but 64% is a ridiculously high savings rate for me!

The title of this post is a reference to the two things about the month worth writing about: apple picking/fall season, and all things pink tax. Yes, I’m clever. Continue reading “October 2019: let’s call this the pink lady month”

August 2019: the moving continues

It’s funny to be writing about moving—which, yes,ย absolutely destroyed my posting schedule for more than a month—soooooo long after the fact. I can’t blame my lack of posting on moving anymore. And honestly, thank goodness, since it was a long, painful process I’m extremely happy to be (mostly) done with. (There’s still some boxes of my junk I need to go through, but they are safely stashed away in a closet so that I can ignore them until the weather gets shitty enough and I’m so desperate to avoid freezing my ass off outside that going through them starts to seem like a good alternative.)

I can, however, blame a lot of my bad bloggerness on being sick for a week and a half with an awful cold, and, most recently, getting an IUD early last week (have I yelled about birth control enough? I will continue yelling about birth control. Especially because the hell I’ve gone through to get/heal from this IUD is yet another form of the pink tax, just one I’m paying in pain rather than money. Although I’ve needed to buy another bottle of painkillers since last week. And the stress baking and chocolate-consumption also costs money). Turns out that kind of pain makes concentrating on anything pretty impossible, even if you’re “only” laying on the couch clutching your heating pad for dear life and in theory have plenty of time for writing.

Which was more painful, moving or getting an IUD? I honestly don’t know ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ

So, before we get to the point where I no longer remember what happened in a given month, I present to you August’s spending report. Continue reading “August 2019: the moving continues”