I know I’m depressed. I know with all the lovely days we’ve been having I should be much browner than the Indian brown I am now. I can’t seem to force myself out of the house. Part of this I know is the fact I haven’t slept soundly for a month and five days. I hope that will change when my mattresses arrive tomorrow, or rather, later today.
Not sleeping soundly is a first class ticket to depression. I’ve also been thinking of the cats a lot lately, to the point of big tears. I know it is part of the process of healing, biting off only what I can chew and swallow. Its also almost “that time” of the month, and while I’m always happy to see my menses arrive, I do hate their arrival. Why can’t it just show up and say, “Whoo, hoo, I’m here, I’m gone now!” No, it must linger. Yet, far better than any other alternative.
However, all of this hermiting has proven beneficial for beading. I have completed several pieces and are working on several more. I will post pictures very soon.
Second date this weekend with E. Ummmm… I’ll let you know how that turns out.
I’m going tomorrow to get my registration taken care of. Do wish me luck as I step out of the Courthouse and make a very important phone call.
Sunday is Nate’s 11th birthday. How the hell did that happen????
Other than a few bumps, Nate, myself, and the cats have settled in to the new old house. Hermione has put on a few pounds. Can’t say I blame her, she just turned 35 in human years. I felt a cat rubbing against my foot the other day and found that it was Macy, who hates feet and men, above all other things. She’s even taken to rubbing up against Nate’s legs but not his feet. Jack, conversely, loves feet, especially if he can chase them as I walk across the floor or just as you’re stretching out on the couch. He’s a delightful little sprite.
Ah, the clothes are finished drying and I must be off to bed. Have a wonderful weekend.