Twittering again...

inside my head, that is...there's lots of thoughts and memories from this weekend to tuck into my heart and brain...

My Lil Sis keeps a very clean house. It's quite inspiring.

I realized quite bluntly how much my clothes stink of smoke when I'm away from the house. I plain don't notice it at home, because it's part of the environment. Planning some things to change that...

I'm ready to think about planting.

I'm ready to think about cleaning the apartment again. I recognize that this project will not be ready in time to show my relatives (who are coming for Easter) where I live. Started a Spring cleaning list...

I'm VERY ready for my bicycle.

Seriously inspiring, my sister's place...it's going to help me let go of a lot of things...things that I couldn't let go of when we were emptying Mom's place, because they were so much Dad, but which I'll be able to look at more clearly now....yes, some of it will be stored for when we have a house, but most of it...I mean, yes, I want a workshop in a garage or basement, but do I need a 35-year-old electric sander that's so loud it makes your ears bleed, when I can buy new? Things to ponder...

The Kelly Clarkson concert ROCKED!! So much fun! Didn't even get anywhere near the stage or theater where it was held, we watched it from the extra vid screen they put down the street. Mom and I got ourselves a pretty plum spot, considering the serious crowd, and had a great time.

Meara burned me 3 CDs, 2 of KC's stuff and one mix of current upbeat music. I haven't really listened to my MP3 player since Dad...something about my music made me ache hard, and certain stuff -- stuff I consider really pretty like Josh Groban or Enya -- brings me to tears, which certainly gets in the way of work and whatnot. I think I'm in a better place with that, thanks to this weekend.

She also had lots of mirrors in her bathroom, which allowed me to get a good look at myself. That music's going to be used for working out too.

My fingers are itching to knit socks...Mom got me a Joann's card for an anniversary gift, gonna blow some of that sucker this week :)

Adventure

Heading to Orlando with Mommie today :) We're visiting Lil Sis and catching the Kelly Clarkson concert at Universal Mardi Gras. It'll be a nice break; work's been very busy lately. Not exactly complaining...would rather have it this way than the alternative. Meara has a small meltdown every time they lay off someone else at Universal, and Mom's getting a pay cut thanks to this economy. I know how lucky I am.

Bringing the snood, hoping to finish it this weekend. Haven't been knitting in some time, and I know there's a direct correlation between lackoknitting and how I handle things in my everyday life. I'm late on the planting, and we haven't bought my bike yet...will be doing some thinking, some random listing on the trip, I think...

::sigh::

If you find your Starbucks isn't flowing with appropriate speed, check to make sure your nose isn't blocking the little air hole on the lid.

I can't be the only one this happens to...

Mental Wanderings

That should be the name of this blog really...definitely the way my brain's been headed lately...

Working on a Saturday blows. Granted, I'd probably just be sleeping in and avoiding cleaning if I was home, but so not the point...

If my elevator at work holds up to 3500 pounds, does that include the marble floor tiles in the damn thing?

I know I don't actually want to live too far out in the boonies, but I can't seem to shake the peaceful feeling I got driving through that GA farmland...

Bike shopping still hasn't happened...hopefully today, if I ever get out of work...

I haven't been knitting...there's a discontentment occurring with my evening activities, an itchiness, something missing...thinking that investing in some sock yarn and starting some new socks may take the edge off...

Need to start planting...that would definitely help too.

I think my body decided not to drop an egg this month. Won't discuss how pissed I am about that...it was an eye opener though, about how the PCOS is affecting our ability to procreate. Can't think about it too hard...it's been a shitty self-image/self-esteem week.

Husby bought me a Starbucks Gold card...knew there was a reason I loved him :)

Getting back to real life

I'm in a grumpy place this week. My knees are still ornery at times, my female clock is off, and this work thing gets old fast. Add a couple of 80 degree days (yuck!) and my co-boss being off the rest of the week (meaning added responsibility for me) and you have a recipe for a little grey cloud over my head.

I ache with the news of Natasha Richardson's accident. I think it's a combination of watching the new Parent Trap lately (it's been on Encore lately...I consider it LiLo's best flick, and Richardson's comic timing was delightful), and the knowledge I have of her family's situation, having someone close fall ill quickly and deteriorate rapidly. Going on 2 years later and I still want to scream with rage when I think about it.

Damn, that work thing is encroaching on my blog posting...gotta go!

Twittering without the Twit...hopefully...

Posting once a week...yeah, that's a funny...can't help but be plugged in when you work online all day...

Haven't downloaded pics yet, so I'm cheating...here's my furry newest sister, Chloe in her whaddaya-mean-I-can't-lick-there lampshade...she just got fixed.

So I don't text message on my phone...only just recently started using the cell as my main phone source...and we're pay-as-you-go people, so it's hard to justify the expense of texting. Frugal, but slightly out of character when you consider that I'm more of an email person than a phone person, but hey, I'm a mass of contradictions :)

I was glancing through the Yarn Harlot's twittering, cuz I think she's rather delightful and funny, and it got me thinking that since I've been back, my thoughts have been limited to rather twitteresque shorts...the ole brain is enjoying a break from the extra hormones, and I'm still kind of turned off...I think they call it relaxed, but again, that's a bit out of character for me. On my current medicinal regimen, I'm always goinggoinggoing, always thinkingthinking about the apartment and moving and knitting and getting pregnant and and and...because I can't live in the present. But vacation allowed me to slow down, and the delicious after-affects are lingering. Sure, this trip got me more motivated to get us the hell out of Florida (my head's still in GA farm country), but it's also allowing me to live in the present a bit, to not look much beyond the now...to clean the apartment because it needs to be cleaned, not because we're trying to purge stuff for a move that's easily still a year + away...my gosh, the energy I waste on wanting wanting to be anywhere else...

With that preamble, I give you some fake twittering...

Funny (or sad) that the want of a spinning wheel (and a Playstation 3) is going to teach us to save money...shouldn't we be saving for, oh, I don't know, a house downpayment?! Baby steps...

It's completely unfair that I can't replicate Starbucks Breve Latte in my own home...may price cappuccino machines this weekend just for poops and giggles.

My knees are almost back to normal. I think we're going bicycle shopping for me this weekend...the money's there and it's definitely time. I think I sprouted a new stretch mark under my frickin' arm while we were away...my pride took a serious beating over that.

Way too pretty outside to be trapped on a computer...spring has definitely hit Fla...will be surprised if we get any more cold snaps. May get planting this weekend, definitely getting out on the porch regardless...

...with sunscreen! Sunburned my tattoo :( Doesn't sting or anything, but it's gotten all bumpy so I'm neosporining it and keeping it covered so I don't scratch at it by accident...don't want to screw it up, but some of the blue on my outer moon has already left the building :(

Bought a pair of fake evil big box store Croc-wannabes while camping...screw my flat feet, those suckers are comfortable! Going to shop for the real thing, see if the orthotic footbed lives up to its press...

I'm pretty good at sniffing out TV spoilers, but last night's ER threw me for a loop...SO glad I tuned in, had no idea that it was going to be the Doug Ross ep! I don't even watch it anymore, but I'd seen the previews and figured what the hey, Benton and Hathaway...

Man, I'm glad it's the weekend...Happy Friday, y'all!

Update

Thursday...quick family time...family strife...hiding from animosity...keeping my mouth shut.

Friday...dawns cool...nice drive up to park...farms, cows, horses...one navigational blunder...arrive...settle in...rest...nice cabin, can't believe they only have these at one park in SC...drive to Clemson in search of decent meal for anniversary...not finding anything...worried we won't find anything and will have to settle for Ruby Tuesday's...bleh...wait, what's that?...Pixie & Bill's...lovelylovelylovely...amazing food...redeem myself for earlier navigational blunder in spades...seriously stuffed and happy...hit evil big-box store for provisions and head back to park...

Saturday...up slowly...gorgeous weather...cabin right on lake...Canada geese in distance, birds and squirrels closer by...let Husby wake up slowly...enjoy just sitting in the sun and reading Kathy Reichs...breakfast/lunch...shower...serious water pressure, really clean comfort station...on the road in search of Stumphouse Tunnel Park...cave is very neat, cool temperature, wet rock face of walls...Issaqueena Falls right nearby, lots of people...back in car, drive to trailhead for Station Cove Falls...45-minute hike, lots of neat looking trees and fairy meeting areas...falls quite pretty in spite of current drought, stop and enjoy for a bit...meander back to car...knees starting to protest hiking...hit grocery store in Walhalla for provisions...back to camp for hot dogs and wind down...

Sunday...Husby 'graining...precisely why I wanted the cabin for this trip...park myself on picnic table and enjoy sun and Kathy Reichs...weather gorgeous, decent wind...arms and face get color, I get relax time...quite happy...roust Husby mid-afternoon for bacon frying...nap for both of us...hop in car to find another grocery store, this time in Westminster, easy 15-minute drive from camp...countryside's so pretty up there....rolling hills...really not normal to be this happy...back to camp for hash, s'mores, hot cocoa...bright moon all three nights, pretty, but sucks for stargazing...wind down fast, body's punishing me/us for Saturday's hikes...quite motivational for both of us...

Monday...pack up and hit the road...Husby refreshed, better...take 17 to 25 in upper Georgia to wind our way home...REALLY beautiful, rolling hills, fields, lots of farms, long barns, cows...scenery good for dreaming, wishing, thinking about the future...Husby drives 2/3rds so I can gaze out the windows...nice guy...grab takeout, arrive home, drag stuff upstairs, partially unpack and reacclimate while laying about in dazed condition...forget to call all family members to let them know we're home...

Tuesday...day off...thank god for foresight, still a bit tired and knees aren't speaking to me...hop over to Mom's in afternoon to do laundry and play with puppy...puppy gets on nerves so take a Starbucks break...make mistake taking puppy off leash before door's closed and puppy escapes...ensuing run/panicked scramble makes knees feel even more delightful...grab Abe's Pizza for dinner, head back home, attempt unsuccessfully to get into work mode...

So we're back. I'm feeling good still about how unplugged I was up there, so will be trying to steer clear of blogging more than once a week for awhile. Besides, there's cleaning to be done, plants to get started, knitting projects, and the usual level of dreaming desire, punctuated by balmy 80-degree days and a firm resolve to get healthy. Pictures when I get around to downloading, see you in a week!

TGIW!

Today's my Friday :) I wore jeans and sneaks to work and my mind is quite elsewhere. Tomorrow we head north to the inlaws for a quick overnight, then the rest of the way to the park on Friday. The car has clean brakes, 4 new tires, has been aligned, and the oil changed...smoothest ride I've had in ages! I have a silly amount of things planned, and am preparing myself for real life to get in the way of at least half of them, but I don't think I'll be disappointed, so long as I'm with my lifemate so close to the great outdoors. The weather's supposed to be temperate the whole time we're there, except for a touch of rain on Sunday.

10 years...easiest thing in the world, loving him...my cup runneth over.

The tax return came in, but the car work cost more than we'd planned, natch, so we won't get to splurge on ourselves the way we'd hoped...Husby wants a Playstation 3, I want a spinning wheel, but I'm encouraging us to start saving for those, now that I'm making almost comfortable money. I don't want anything for our anniversary except time with him away from Jax. Back in a week!

TGIF

Reasonably sure I'm not a mom yet...
Glad it's Friday.
The disappointment is sinking in like a slow spring rain, soaking...but I won't let it stick around long. I've already taken a look at my calendar, how March lays out for the task. Dust yourself off, look ahead, was somehow beaten into my head, probably by Dad. Guy spent his life a bit down, but always the brain was working two steps ahead.

Too bad it'll be a little early next weekend...I'd love to conceive outdoors, under the stars...could still happen, never know with nature.

Tomorrow's walk will be really good, motivation-wise. My body doesn't like all this weight, my knees tell me this daily, and still I stuff my face with my emotions. Reading the Zen stuff has been helping my perspective, helping me separate needs versus wants, but it's the beginning of a lifelong road...in the meantime, I have to stop being so afraid of exercising during the 2ww. I'm afraid to put more stress on my already stressed body, afraid to start exercising during the maybe times when my body is so used to being sedentary. I need to realize that my body's tougher than all that, and that any exercise is a good thing.

So, walking and spinning/knitting tomorrow, a little work and a little cleaning Sunday, a lot of laundry, and planning for a much deserved break. Not a bad list for a weekend.

Nice mo

So I've been talking to myself since...oh, at least the 6th grade, when I realized it because my math teacher would tease me about it as he handed back my papers, would mumble to himself after calling my name. Nice enough guy, but that's a bit of political incorrectness I could've done without. Anyway, I've learned to keep it kind of under control, but in moments of weakness (or significantly incorrect medication), I can get quite chatty with myself. Apparently it's one of the things that drew Les to me...I was the manager who talked to movie posters. That's supposed to scare guys off; instead it helped find me my lifemate.

So I'm sitting at lunch enjoying a seriously healthy sandwich and a little zen read, and I'm distracted by this guy who's wandering around the parking lot talking to himself. Well, more accurately, talking hands-free to someone else by cell. And it dawns on me that if I had one of those suckers, I could get away with talking to myself and no one would be the wiser. I'm just goofing around with this idea.....I think. As I have no real use for a hands-free set for my phone, just don't use it enough, my brain wonders if I could make something that would look like a hands-free receiver. I mean heck, I forged a milk ticket in the 2nd grade (cute story for another time), certainly I could manufacture a fake bluetooth! And this feeling washes over me, of fatherly pride and laughter, as I remember how Dad was so tickled at my ingenuity over the milk ticket incident that I never got punished for it. It makes me catch my breath and ache, but mostly it's a warm fuzzy. Nice.

Back to Reality...or What's Next?

If you choose to believe a store-brand pregnancy test done hastily in the middle of the workday, that was probably done a pinch early, then this month was a wash. I'm choosing to believe it, because it's giving me the ability to relax a bit and plot my next move. I'm still hoping of course, but the progesterone always throws my schedule off, so I won't really know until I know...you know? In the meantime, I haven't been taking care of me well enough. The headaches could just as easily be blamed on candida as hormones, and if I'm going to be true to myself, only about half the weight I've gained this month can probably be blamed on the progesterone. So it's time to revamp the ole diet again, and get thinking about fitness. It helps that I'm doing the Trails of Tails with my mom this Saturday; it's a 1.5 mile fundraiser for the Jacksonville Humane Society, and that distance is about all this body could handle right now. And that just sucks, so it should be a great motivator. Hoping to drop by Sugarbee's afterward (she's local, the Ravelers are meeting), get some hands-on instruction on spinning...we'll see how pooped I am and how sociable I'm feeling...it's a coin toss lately. Probably have to work a bit on Sunday :(

Next weekend, blissful freedom. Husby's and my 10-year anniversary is March 6; I'm dragging us camping in the SC mountains where I hope we'll hike a little, rest a lot, breathe fresh air, maybe take in a waterfall or two, check out the SC Botanical Garden at Clemson, and several other things that'll be lucky to actually hit the itinerary. The tax return is imminent, and all the February OT I've been slogging through has us comfortable right now. Life is good.

Better

More focused.....(she says while writing this at work.....well, more focused for me anyway)

Took a mental health day yesterday...this new version of the hormone is kicking my arse. I'm flying pretty high of late, and occasionally the things that come out of my mouth are cruel. Normally I'm aware of when my mental filter needs adjusting, but on the progesterone, I'm cruising along 2 sentences later thinking "geez, that was mean." Thank god for understanding Husby...I call it going praying mantis on his ass...

More Notes to Self

Seriously the most important note in my life.....

STOP GOING OFF YOUR F*ING PAXIL ON A WHIM!

Thanks the gods I didn't have my interview yesterday! Between the girdle and my brain being 2 days clean of that lovely med that metabolizes in my system like food through my Lil Bro (dude can eat anything, energy of a hummingbird, the bastard)...I was not in a good place yesterday. Kept blaming it on the girdle when I was winded just walking down the hallways at work, but it was a side effect of being off the damn med...could hardly catch my breath all day. I caved in on myself pretty hard as the day wore on, and was useless yesterday evening. Hit the sack at a decent hour, and am feeling more like myself today. It helps that I got paid a seriously decent check today, treated myself to Starbucks, and took my medication like a good girl. But seriously, what a f*ing idiot I am...I mean, even if I am pregnant, even if I do take the damn Paxil straight through my pregnancy, and breastfeed while on it, even with all those factors in play (never mind that I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M PREGNANT YET!!), the plain truth is a) the potential small person will have zero memory of any pain of withdrawal (because I don't see myself breastfeeding more than a year or so) and shouldn't suffer any long-lasting ill effects, so b) he/she won't be scarred by it in any way. There's like, no trade-off here, no logical reason at all why I should stop taking the damn med. So I pledge here that I ain't gonna pull that crap anymore!

P.S. Funny thing about the girdle...I haven't had to wear skirts in ages, so I completely forgot that I had started wearing bike shorts under my skirts because I knew the girdle had gotten too small, but I was too cheap to buy another one and needed something to prevent chafing...I swear the gods gave us women short-term memory issues so we'd be able to procreate the species more than once without the ole roadblock of "oh yeah, this hurt a little last time, didn't it?"

Ok, enough self-flagellation...gotta work some OT this weekend, and the rest of it will be spent taking care of me while simultaneously obsessing about going to the recycling place, tidying the apartment, getting some planting started, knitting stuff...in other words, the usual.

Happy Friday, y'all!

Notes to self

1. You don't have to wear a skirt to look classy.

2. You need a girdle that fits.

3. You need a nice pair of dress shoes and some more tops that actually fit.

My god, I can't wait to get home today, cover the husband and cat with something protective, and cut this gd girdle off my body. Can't remember the last time I was this uncomfortable. Very glad I didn't interview today, because the discomfort would've been distracting. Today's been a learning experience in self-image.

Edit: Yeah, the girdle didn't make it to end of day. It's residing in a company trash can now. Darndest thing, my headache let up right after...

Wound a little tight

Whew...was kind of thinking that last entry would provoke response, and when I write about stuff like that, I'm just blowing off steam, not trying to incite debate...yes, I'm a big ole coward.

So I applied for my job officially on Tuesday. Received word from HR the same day that I was scheduled for an interview on Thursday. Apparently this was done in error...supervisory candidates are actually interviewed by a panel of folks (oh goody! Interview by firing squad!), and this wasn't addressed prior to scheduling me. They couldn't have told me this yesterday? No, of course not, so I heft myself to work today in the rain, in a skirt, after having to buy pantyhose on the way because the 2 pairs I had self-destructed naturally, only to discover 10 minutes before my interview, that it's being rescheduled. I say again, they couldn't have told me this yesterday? They obviously have no concept of the effort that goes into a) finding a responsible-looking outfit in a wardrobe of relaxed business casual, b) getting a fat tomboy into pantyhose, and c) getting said tomboy's head screwed on straight enough to interview for anything, when she's off ALL her meds because she thinks she might be pregnant...

Yeah, I'm wound a little tight today...gonna go eat my feelings and try to chill. With any luck, they won't reschedule the blasted thing until I'm sure I'm pregnant, and I'll be too over the moon to be worried about such trifles...

Closemindedness?

Random mini rant...

I'm a unitarian universalist. Haven't been to church in ages, but I enjoy learning about all the different religions that are out there, and I subscribe to more than one philosophy in my life. So how sad and closeminded is it that after trolling around a little on the devoutly Christian blogs, purely for the anthropology of it, that they started to creep me out? That the idea of Christians who spew out litters of kids and pile them all into an RV because they're traveling missionaries doing the Lord's work is a level of weird that I can't seem to wrap my mind around...I think because it bothers me that those kids will never know anything other than Christianity. And there's so much more out there to study. God didn't give us these brains and these philosophies just so we could shut ourselves off from all but one of these schools of thought. I guess it's because I'm a self-proclaimed free thinker living in the South, that I feel threatened...I mean, you can't turn around fast in the South without tripping over a Christian. Can't walk through a Walmart parking lot in South Carolina without some stranger coming up to you to ask if you've been saved. But folks who visit prisons and bad neighborhoods, dragging their families regardless of the kids' ages to meet with the dregs of society in the hopes of showing them the Lord's way...I don't get what makes them think they have the right. It just feels like brainwashing on a couple of levels.

I wish the Amish blogged...now there's a level of Christianity I can embrace, the ability to live righteously while leaving the rest of the world alone. They probably would think I'm going to hell too, but at least they'd keep their mouths shut about it.

Waiting

2 week waiting, to be exact...or 2ww, which is one of many baby-making acronymical codes on the ole blogosphere. It's coupled this time with headaches that I'm trying unsuccessfully to convince myself aren't of the hormone variety. They started the day after we tried the first time (also first month we've been able to try more than once!), I didn't start the progesterone until a couple of days later, you do the math...and then smack me around so I can stop being so certain that we nailed it this time, and the disappointment a week from now won't send me over the edge...this certainty is coupled with panic, hilariously enough, this holy-crap-what-if-we-really-did-it-this-time-we're-not-ready mood swing, which has me wanting to clean the crap out of the apartment and see a realtor about renting a house, while remaining sedentary because the headaches are sucking my energy.

To top off the latest ride on my emotional roller coaster, I'm having to interview for my own job Thursday (tomorrow)...I slid into the responsibilities of said position awhile back, but was never officially given the title, and to be fair, they had to open the field to anybody in house. So tomorrow I get to dress up and meet with HR and my immediate bosses, and try desperately to keep the crazy at bay. I mean, I've been with the company 9 years, so I'm sure some crazy has slipped out in moments of stress, but I've been able to keep the hot, molten crazy tucked into its little box...ah, I know I'll be fine, it's just hard to relax about it.

Hit a turning point on the sweater I'm knitting...when you change colors, you hit the bottom point where the sleeve will eventually attach. I modified the pattern though, and have been working the thing in the round instead of in front and back pieces, so that means having half of the sweater on a stitch holder now and working it in 2 parts...only I don't have a large enough stitch holder or an extra set of size 8 circs to maintain the section I'm not working. So I started a sleeve instead, until I can get to Joann's...

Reading the heck out of the Zen books I found at the library...in spite of their philosophy to learn through experiencing, there's a pile of literature out there on the subject. Haven't been able to center enough for zazen lately, but it's a work in progress...

Busy

Not much to report...work is kicking my butt, OT opportunities abound. The good news is my bosses do appear to value me, the bad news is I'll be formally interviewing in the near future for the position I've held for the last 3 months. Ah, bureaucracy.

So nose to the grindstone and eye on the prize...money for our anniversary getaway in 3 weeks :)

Zen

"Sunny. 72. And that's the weather."
~ George Plimpton's weatherman character in LA Story (1991)

Living in the South has its perks.

So I'm going through another phase :) Well, hopefully it's more than just a phase...It's coming at a necessary time in my life. Work is quite stressful, I'm not too happy with the way things have been shaping up in my company of late, but of course, the economy being what it is and my intentions toward starting a family being what they are, I'd be a blithering fool to go looking for work right now, so I swallow my stress and press on, which naturally creates more stress unless you have a decent outlet (and that's not even counting the resentment stress I swallow that's pointed toward Husby in moments of weakness, or the desire to shake his pain management doctor into submission). There's knitting and learning to spin, sure, but I've been back to not eating right, my sleep patterns tend to suck lately, and eventually, the ole health/sanity starts to give.

And then I happened upon Momma Zen...

I studied Buddhism awhile back, in the offhand, dabbler-on-a-quest fashion that any lapsed Christian explores their religious options. I think I may have even still been a Republican at the time, so it was hard to get my mind around the level of pacifism that they embrace (and I still reserve the right to yell for my husband if I see a roach in the house, and won't be giving up meat any time soon). But something about Zen spoke to me, called out to me, when I happened upon Momma Zen on Friday. I plowed through her archives and it was like Neosporin for my soul. I truly suck at living in the present; I'm always looking ahead to the next city, the next phase in our lives, because I'm not happy where we are. But something clicked this past weekend...it's hard to describe. I realized I have it in me to make the changes I want to make, in the apartment and in our lives, and suddenly the pressure was off to make them all happen immediately.

Yesterday, I slept in for the first time in ages. Got the closet back up to snuff...that was a remarkably fast process; I even have my dining room table back already! Not going to bother calling maintenance to replace the shelving, I'm just throwing it out and making do for now. My casual wardrobe doesn't require a whole lot of hanging stuff anyway.

Sat zazen and was surprised at how comfortable it was. I'll be incorporating more yoga into my evenings too, as I find my balance in this new study of life. I'm still a witch at heart, but my unitarian beliefs got a real shot in the arm this past weekend, and I'm charged with the desire to learn more.

Folding clothes can be centering...

...but men's shirts are a pain in the tail. I'm incapable of folding men's shirts any other way though, other than the way you see them folded in the stores...shades of Dad's Army training, that precision.

Working late all this week, plus OT on Saturday...time really slips away from you in the evenings when you're doing that. Almost gave thought to going in early today when I woke up at 6 a.m., but reminded myself of how spent I felt last Friday when I did that and begrudgingly tried to get more sleep. It worked, and helped...all the more important to remember to take care of me when I'm stretched thin like this. I'm on the 2nd phase of the monthly hormones and thankfully the headaches haven't been an issue this time, which is nice.

So I got about 2/3rds of the clothes pulled out of the closet and they're stacked neatly on the dining room table for now...definitely not going to bother getting maintenance in there anytime soon. First I'll purge, then I'll stack, then I'll see about the possibility of hanging stuff...

In the meantime, it's fantastically cold down here...2nd night of hard freeze and only getting up to high 40s. It'll warm more going into the weekend, but stay clear and sunny...so nice to have the cold of winter without the precipitation. We Southerners are quite spoiled.