Three Things, my Wednesday post series, inspired by my love for bite-sized, tiny but mighty pieces of information.

One. Podcast Mania —

I feel it my job to keep all podcast enthusiasts updated about my active queue. I’m perfectly ok with people becoming offended by this motley crew of audio ridiculousness. From old favorites to new, here’s what’s on rotation:

My Favorite Murder – Two female comedians talking about murder and reminding everyone to be safe out there.

Oprah’s SuperSoul Conversations —This is my latest favorite episode

Terrible, Thanks for Asking – Because sometimes we just are. Terrible that is, and that’s ok too.

Sunday Mourning – This is a great episode. Grieve however the hell you want to.

My Dad Wrote a Porno -Most of us would ignore this, if it happened. Or run in horror. I know I would. But in this case, three British comedians read a chapter of an erotic e-book that just happen’s to have been authored by one of the host’s dad.  It’s true, and ridiculous as they discuss and laugh the whole time. I also grimace, often.

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Two. “Slipping into the Future” —

Time is going by in a speedy fashion, faster than I can remember in other periods of my life. I think it’s because I’m juggling a dizzying amount of tasks/things/projects. Which is good and ok, and frankly par for the course for all of us. But I’m noticing it in a way I haven’t previously.

I know I’m not alone in this. We’re all performing at a high level until we find a break, or are forced because we end up sick or run down. Or whatever else manages to make us coast along in the slow lane for a bit. It’s 4:34 pm and I feel like I could sleep for a year. Would more water, a workout, or sitting and thinking about nothing for 30 minutes fix this? Probably. I think I’ll try them all.

What do you do when you’ve been juggling fiercely?

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Three. Thanksgiving. —

To note – I don’t know why in the actual hell we have to race from Halloween’s ghosts and ghouls straight to Christmas throwing up on all of us. The decorations, the music, the buying of things. Oh goodness, the buying of things. Whyyyyyyyyyyyy? Let’s slow our roll and make some room for the holiday in the middle. The Jan Brady of all holidays.

My favorite of them all. For all my life it will remain. The Giving of Thanks.

Rant, over.