I usually try to approach life outside the hermit bubble with "Not my circus, not my monkeys." However, when things inside the bubble are awry, I go into what I will call a state of shocked stupidity. I lose the ability to comprehend basic concepts. I lose the ability to form complete thought processes. I don't know where to begin. I don't know how much is too much. I just. don't. know.
Very whelmed.
In other news, today equals me back on track. After Sugarbash 2023 on Saturday, I had zero urge for sugar yesterday. Ick. Carbs, a different matter.
I have salad made. I thawed out the bacon and the chicken. There are still some Factor meals in the freezer, but frankly, I'm kind of over them. I won't be deprived. I've got fat (and bloating) for the moment. It's all good.
Actually, I think I'm going to tweak this:
Minus the tacos, of course, and use the chicken for a salad that I saw elsewhere. Ain't no me got time for cooking, though, so I'll bust out the slow cooker and get somewhere close.
It's a new week. The calendar is full. The workload is full. I have plenty to keep my brain occupied and NOT thinking about the list of very whelming things. Everything will work out. It always does.
For the record, I have never, nor am I now referring to myself as "Baby." I just liked the title.
Sometimes, you just go off the rails completely. I did, for most of this week, and I still am, today.
The whole Furnace-Fiasco 2023 really got to me yesterday. We woke up to a balmy 58F in the living room, and surrounding areas. No matter what I tried, I could not get the furnace to light and provide heat. It just kept serving up cold air. Yay. We had a whole-room space heater that used to kick ass. We dug it out, and it did pretty much nothing. Maybe added one or two degrees of heat. The smaller oscillating unit did more than the whole-room unit. WTF.
Instead of sitting here wallowing in frigidity, we got ready and left for parts unknown ... Not really, we knew exactly where we were going. We went to a pizza place in Fort Wayne, Alto Grado ...
Because they have a S'Mores pizza. They do. We et it. Plus, my Beloved loves their actual pizza. So, we carbed up. Already knowing I've got some changes to re-make, we then went to the store, found a very reasonably priced 1500-watt space heater, and achieved mostly healthy foodstuffs for the week ahead. Not gonna lie. I also achieved snacks because I know that this weekend is a free-for-all. It leaves the popular "Cheat Day" in the proverbial and literal dust.
Sugar, Paczkis, more sugar, Sun Chips, bread ... Yeah. I told you I went off the rails.
As if I needed a sign, this showed up in my FB feed this morning ...
I'm going to stop talking about the furnace until we have arrived at a solution. There's just no point. We have enough heat and everything else is working fine. No sense beating a dead heating element.
Back to re-adjusting my mindset. There's no logic behind blaming stress, or schedule changes, or workloads or anything else. It's up to me to do the things that will make me NOT feel like I'm feeling today. I've got Carb Face in full effect:
The underworked legs feel like sausage rolls. The aches, and assorted pains are back ... Blah, blah, self-inflicted blah.
I don't believe I'm going whole-hog keto, but definitely back on the low-carb train car, with more vegetation, whole proteins (chicken, bacon, etc.) and far, far, FAR less of the processed foods.
We're having sausage and pepper sandwiches at some point, today, to mark the current Derailment session, and tomorrow morning, I look forward to a lot of trips to the bathroom, and a lot of water consumption, and the like.
I'm not beating myself up about it, honestly. Shit happens. I had enough, and the way I dealt with it was via foodstuffs that make me feel like even more shit than I felt previously. Fuck it. I know I found some pounds previously lost, and I know they'll get lost again.
I'm looking forward to a new week, mentally. Whatever happens, happens. C'est la vie and all that fun stuff.
It's been such a week that I haven't even taken any new pictures of anything, so here's one from whenever...
By me, circa a few years back. Colored and charcoal pencil(s)
As my dad said at my wedding, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all ..." I've been pretty much silent for the past few days. No need to share my shitty energy digitally. I'm not over the hump yet, but at least I'm able to consider more positive thoughts instead of wallowing.
Being cold makes you appreciate heat. It also makes you highly aware of what you don't want. It also reminds you from whence you came, and motivates you to not go backwards. I refuse to go backwards. Full speed ahead!
My gut reaction this week has been to practice particularly carefree and shitty eating habits. I'm pretty much over it. I know it's contributing to the shittastic frame of mind, and the assorted aches and pains. I am pleased to say, though, that the shoulder thing is pretty much gone for the time being.
I've swapped it out for very low energy, and tiredness. Also probably related to what I've been eating. I have a difficult time adjusting eating patterns when my Beloved's schedule changes. Like yesterday, I had zero actual meals, and instead just nibbled on things, like a Reese's peanut butter cup, some pork rinds and chip dip, some crackers, some Sun Chips, and some Elote almonds.
The only benefit - eating junk and carbs = not being as internally cold, which helps make the lack of reliable furnace heat more bearable.
We've been very fortunate to have such a mild winter this year, so that's been also a bonus.
Things are only going to get better.
In other news, I feel like things are falling into place with the work. Such things happen when I stop overthinking, and stop worrying about what everyone else is doing and just focus on my own workflow.
Can't wait to see this scenery again.
It's getting closer, the sun is ALMOST in that spot when it rises now!
There are other signs of spring, as well. The tulips have sprouted. The Eastern bluebirds are coming back. The grackles are back almost daily. There are bunnicles. Probably soon, there will be baby bunnicles.
I don't have much else to say. I hope you all are enjoying your February. Here's to much sunlight every day!
What a time of year to not have heat on a consistent basis. Cool! (Literally ...)
For whatever reason (unbeknownst to any of us) my Beloved's grandfather placed the furnace setup in the crawlspace. You know what lives in the crawlspace? MOISTURE. You know what happens when there is MOISTURE around a furnace? Nothing good.
So, in order to prevent complete failure, and to improve the value of the home when we sell it, we have decided to move the entire operation above ground in what is now known as the Cat Bathroom, which used to be a "half" (more like 1/4) bath/shower room. All in all, regardless of cost to get shit done, it will be well worth it, for us, whilst we are still here, and for whomever buys the house.
It could have been worse, but my Beloved had the BRILLIANT idea to move it all in the Cat Bathroom, rather than having to cut through concrete slab to move it up here in my office (aka old garage/aka old fabric shop), or instead of having to tear out a bunch of cabinets in the laundry room. Winning!!! I never would've thunk of it - using that room.
A former shower stall space ... and an Orb
Meanwhile, she's still blowing out cold air, and changing the thermostat batteries did not help. The repair person did NOT find any reason for this nonsense. Thusly, I have ordered a NEW thermostat that hopefully will at least temporarily bring us consistent heat. Thankfully, I have an overhead ancient heater out here in the office, so we're not going to take our leave due to exposure.
Also very grateful for a very mild winter! Score!
In other news, I am so very swamped with the work thing, and there are so many extraneous bottlenecks that hold me back from truly being caught up. However, I have decided that these are not my circusii, and not my monkeys. I am going to focus on getting done what I myself can get done, and let the rest work itself out, at least until I am truly held up by the lack of others completing their work.
Not much else to say today. The only way around is straight through the middle!
The sun is staying awake longer these days. That's always a bonus, especially when the snow is gone, and it just looks very springy out of doors.
Psych! This is outside of Sedona in late autumn ...
In other news, my Beloved took me out to a lovely dinner (more on that in a moment), for which event, I was able to test out the new high-end eyeshadow palette. I feel so fancy now! There were sparkles, and glitters, and even the most gorgeous red eyeshadow I have yet to see. I think I did pretty good for my first attempt with Pat McGrath.
Gotta love that ONE gray hair shooting straight out the side of my head. LOVE IT!
I tried setting up a makeup station/vanity situation in my room, but there's just something about the expansive double window, sunlight, mirror light, and lamp light combined with the placement of the armoire and distance from seat to shelf that is making it very difficult to adjust. That, in addition to the fact that my motor skills and hand dexterity seem to be on the decline, is making it very trying to apply the makeups in a manner that makes me feel assured of their proper placement. Back to the bathroom I go. I'll just keep everything stored in my room, so it makes less clutter out in the open.
Back to the lovely dinner, we went to a place in Fort Wayne called Marquee at the Landing. It was an excellent experience. I had this:
Before I tell you what it was, allow me to say I never in my life would have thought that I would have this collection of foods in one plate, let alone, one recipe. It was PHENOMENAL! This was Kimchi Meatloaf, which contained, obviously, kimchi, and a spicy Thai Ketchup, along with an apple-yuzu jam, that could have passed for just applesauce, and potato cakes (that ketchup-covered orb in the center). It was, hands down or up, the best fucking meatloaf I have ever had in my existence, and I am highly skilled at the art of ordering the WORST varietals, so trust me when I say that it was out of this fucking universe!
I didn't get pictorial proof, but my man got a double smash burger that he was equally blown away by, and an order of hand-cut fries that were absolutely heavenly, with truffle oil.
I don't necessarily get the new styles in interior design, but I do love things like repurposed old buildings, especially those with the old sliding barn-doors, and those old sectioned windows (I don't know the proper nomenclature) where you can't see through the glass. Love those.
In no particular order, the furnace started acting up again on Friday. We managed to keep it working over the weekend, but I believe it finally gave up the ghost overnight ... It's blowing cold air. Thankfully, it's not all that cold outside, so we won't succumb to the elements, but it's enough to be NOT comfortable unless fully bundled up and blanketed. Always a good thing, though, to NOT have to call the repair peoples in til Monday, so for that, I am thankful!
Another Super Bowel came and went. No, I did not watch Rihanna. They could have just brought back Snoop and I would have been happy. Instead, I played some Solitaire, did some works, and listened to this for most of the night:
It's very conducive to focus and concentration. Never thought I'd say that, but it is. Just hit play and let it go ...
I've not made the best food choices over the weekend, but happy to report that my blood sugar is recovering to non-diabetic ranges within 24 hours, so I count that as a win. A shit meal can make it skyrocket over 200, but within a day, it's back down in the 90s. Not optimal, but still better than pre- or absolute diabetic.
We have also learned, with much trials, that breads and probably potatoes make me snore loud. Sorry, my Beloved.
Not a whole lot going on lately, and just haven't been in the mood to say anything out loud. Work has been stupid busy, still, but there may be light at the end of that proverbial tunnel.
From that Chihuly museum in Seattle
So, Friday, we did something we had been needing to do for quite some time - we met (virtually) with a financial planner in order to map out the rest of our time on this here planet. Kind of unsettling to see it all in charts and graphs. But also kind of like, "FUCK YEAH, we can actually do this!" For so many years, we were never in a monetary place to do any kind of formal planning. The "Come What May" mindset, though, isn't really conducive to a decent set of years in retirement.
I did not agree with everything they mapped out, but most of it is logical and doable, so we'll be getting that done in the next week or so.
Just not been in the planning mood - too busy, letting work get the best of my psyche, which means everything else falls by the wayside.
Very ready for Spring. Winter always fucks with my head. Taking my vitamin D and magnesium, but they only do so much.
In good news, the shoulder thing seems to be clearing up. The only time it really bothers me is when I'm in bed. Found some decent stretches to do for shoulderly issues, and I believe they have done the trick. Crisis averted, at least momentarily, and no need to go back to the doctor immediately. I put off scheduling it for a whole week, and then just deleted it from my to-do list.
Just kind of blah. Want to be creative. Don't have the energy to get there just yet. Maybe I'll take a class, like this one:
Sometime, I miss doing calligraphy. It's a very relaxing, and cathartic art form, but as per usual, my attention span veered off into the sunset and away from it. I just don't know.
Color me tired. Very tired. I probably would have slept longer, but you know ... if there's a cat puking somewhere, you're going to hear it, and wonder precisely where it's happening and then calculate the odds that you're going to step in said puke when you exit the bed.
Healthwise, doing okay. When I eat junk, the sugar goes up. When I don't eat junk, it goes down. Yesterday, it was at 87. Not too shabby. Not doing 100% keto at the moment. Cutting back on the fats and calories a bit in the interest of I don't know what - I guess just to see what happens.
The time was right, but I cannot figure out how to set the date on this thing ...
I'm just very disheartened with the internets at the moment. Constant bombardment (my own fault for training the algorithms) of new makeup and things to take care of perceived flaws, but none of it is ever 100% "As shown online." I'm not talking about the really bottom-o-the-barrel garbage either.
It's just, at some point, I'm going to have to accept the fact that I am how old I am, and since I am not keen on plastic surgery, or other procedures, I will look however I look. I can deceive myself long enough, in the bathroom, or other mirrors in house, to get out the door. I just don't have the heart to keep fooling myself that this or that will take me back 30 years. It won't. None of it will.
No filters; no adjustments; just me.
After much thought about health and dietary intake, I've also realized that I'm never going to find the answers "online." I know what I don't want, so I just have to do the things that will get me to where I do want to be. However, I'm also going to be happy along the way, and if it takes the rest of my time on this planet, then so be it.
I had some big epiphany yesterday about algorithms and law of attraction ... As in, you really do get what you think about and what you continually look at. Take the YouTube feed ... Stuff will pop in, I'll watch it for a while, and then, if I stop watching for a minute, and watch something different, the other stuff will disappear. The marketing people really took the law of attraction thing to heart and ran with it. No matter where you go, it will follow you.
If I watch makeup tutorials (why? I can't do those), I see more makeup tutorials. If I watch some guy talk about stoicism, then every fucking stoic in the known current universe will show up. If I watch one more 20- or 30-something woman with a daily vlog out in nature, in a quaint little cabin in a lovely wooded area, I think I'll vomit. They're very soothing videos to just listen to, however. It's a good thing that machines can keep up with my trains of thought because they are many and furiously fast.
The work this week has been exponentially increasing. Every time I think I'm getting caught up, nope. Calendaring helps, but damn ... There's only so much space in a given day. I maybe knocked out two-thirds of my list yesterday, so the other third to half became today's workload. I logged in this morning, and there's at least another third to add to the list.
I'm doing my best to not let it stress me out. Stress is the cursor and pre-cursor to failing health. Fuck that.
In other news, going to map out all the things we want to do to the house in order to get it ready for someone else to make a life in. There's a PHENOMENAL amount of potential here, just as there was when we moved in. There is land. There is space. There is storage space. There is hardcore solid-ness to the house itself. I will not be rushed at this. I want to feel good about it when we pack up the final box and drive away.
Furthermore, dare I say I believe we have finally won the Battle of the Bulging Meece. No traps have been set off; no visible signs of their existence have been seen. The Bean is back to normal and no longer obsessed with assorted corners or doors.
Lounge Bean has returned
I guess I should stop bellyaching now and just get back to work. Stick to the plan. Move forward. No sense wallowing. Just needed a moment to let it out.
It's been a few days. Life things. Work things. Yada, etc.
I saw a lovely lil red Finchie yesterday ... Spring is not here (this was last summer) but slowly, the birds will start returning.
I haven't shared this until now. This was his last day. At this point, he could no longer get himself up. It was hell to watch.
Meet Speck.
I miss him. It sucks he lives on the other side of the country. He is my heart.
My Beloved made this Sunday. It was fucking phenomenal. I believe he outdid the version he had at the restaurant a few weeks back. Just absolutely excellent.
Phase 2.7648 of The Great Purge happened over the weekend. We dropped off several bags, boxes, etc. to Goodwill.
Found two houses in the greater Phoenix area that we absolutely fell in love with. One sold within a day. Still going to watch it in case it was a flip. It'll be back. If not, we will find the absolutely perfect one. There are thousands upon thousands. The right one is there.
Work is stupid busy, but it's an excellent problem to have. I'm getting more organized, and productive by the day. Have I mentioned how helpful Google Calendar has been?
Lots of things are changing here. Not all at once. Mostly gradually, but I do have to give all thanks to the meece. Even as traumatizing as Mousepocalypse was, in the moments, it was definitely the impetus for getting rid of many things that no longer served us, or things that were past redemption.
We made the first of many trips to Goodwill yesterday. I do not have the patience, or wherewithal to try to sell anything that was salvageable. I tried that with Facebook Marketplace, but I just cannot bear it. I can't. Same with regards to "garage" sales. I just can't. Nope.
My beloved cleaned out his side of the bedroom closet yesterday. He said it looked like it did when we first moved in. It looks great. Now for my side. I have gotten rid of a considerable amount of clothing over the years, but I'm sure there is more I can let go of. I keep my sweaters and non-jean, non-good pants, (slacks, if you will ... I won't, but if you will, go for it) on one shelf, and some random items on the top-most shelf, up there with the spidey webs.
It's actually an enjoyable process, learning to let go of THINGS. It's something I didn't learn from my parents, who are/were of the more hoardy mindset. The only way to NOT be like that is to NOT be like that. Why repeat patterns that do not work?
We have been blessed with a very sizeable (for us) home. However, now that it's just us, Nettie, Jezebel and Bean, it's really too much. I don't think we're at tiny-house or RV-life levels yet, but I'm definitely thinking something with half or two-thirds the square footage would do us just fine, especially in Arizona, where we can utilize the outside, at least in the cooler months.
The train has left the thoughts station. I got up to get Nettie her breakfast, and then did a few other things ... Sigh.
Still have a lot of work stuffs to catch up on, but I always can see some light at the end of that particularly long tunnel. My biggest issue is minding my business and letting go of the things I cannot control. This is where my lack of social interaction skills shines through. I don't know how to deal with people, and in a 100% remote situation, it just makes it that much more challenging because tone of voice won't always come through in written communications. Imma just be me and let the rest work itself right out.
Not a lot to talk about today. Just doing random things around the house. He is going to make soup for the first time in his life, and attempt to replicate this:
They don't really divulge what's inside the soup on the menu, but we've found some recipes that SOUND like they are close, so he's going to wing it and hope for the best.
Oh, and if you want some random DVDs, let me know. We'll be going through our somewhat large-ish collection. Maybe I'll post some pictures tomorrow :)
When I talk about wasting a lot of time playing solitaire, it's only half the story. Really, it's my own form of meditation. I map out my days. I think about things that are bothering me. I plan my world. I try different approaches for solving the same problem (the game objective).
What I learned from Solitaire ... PAY ATTENTION to the DIRECTIONS.
If you don't have a clear plan, you just start flinging cards about in different directions, and you waste copious amounts of time. (Life imitating art?) If you had looked ahead, first, you'd know where you're headed and move those cards in different ways that get you to the finish line much, much quicker.
Another more hidden revelation - I don't just play solitaire for solitaire's sake. The Microsoft version has these daily "events," where you go head-to-head with other anonymous beans to see who gets the "event" done the quickest. If there's no challenge, I really don't want to do it. If there's not a competition, or a score to beat, or points to earn, then it bores me.
Kind of like life, if there's nothing to work towards, what's the point?
I mostly play the slow game when it comes to my actual life, but I have several different goals I'm working at. I don't talk about them a lot, but they're there.
It's been a busy week, and an equally busy day today, so I'm getting a late finish to this post.
Nothing much exciting going on. I did purchase some window decals to help prevent bird + window meetups. Today, another one crashed into the window behind my desk. I am assuming it flew away because I immediately went out on the deck and saw nothing, but still, others probably haven't been so lucky. A poor lil Junco crashed and burned into the snow in the front yard, probably by similar fate - meeting up with our picture window in the living room. I hope it was quick. Poor lil thing was head down in the snow, the rest of it sticking straight up. :/
Oh, yeah ...
Results from the blood panel taken Monday:
Cholesterol: High. All kinds.
Vitamin D: Severely deficient. Quelle surprise - I work at home and get very little natural vitamin D, and don't take supplementation. Until today. I'm pretty sure he said to take 5,000 IUs, but I'm starting out with 1,000. Which, in turn, may help the cholesterol get back under control WITHOUT the statins, which would affect the absorption of the vitamin D. See? It's just a vicious cycle of fuck yous ... Back and forth, up and down - bullshit.
Not sure why, but I don't think they tested anything else. I guess I'll have to be a bit more loud when I ask them to do so next time? Or maybe these tests are just coming in sporadically. Who knows?
Regardless, no other issues detected at the current time. We'll see if more results arrive next week.
For now, getting more fiber, and maybe incorporating more vegetation, and taking the vitamin D, and maybe the magnesium, if I remember to do so.
I think I'm finally mostly adjusted to the schedule change. I still get up early, just as I said I would. It means I have a lot more quiet time in the morning before the day really starts. I do find, though, that the rest of the daylight goes much quicker and I am slacking less. Again, that calendar thing. I can't say enough about it.
Yesterday was mostly all good. I got non-work things accomplished. I was kind of slow to get motivated with the work stuff. Then, minding my own business, the power went out. It's very, very, very quiet when that happens. At least until the neighbor turns on their gas-powered rocket-motor generator ... Thanksfully, it was only out for an hour, and all was restored.
Afterwards, I was able to knock out a significant portion of that list I showed you yesterday. Which just means I have an equally long list of things to do today, thanks to my astute powers of procrastination. Things like onboarding new people and writing courses I don't want to write just throw me off. Hence, they get put off until I can't put them off any longer.
In the attempt to keep up the fiber intake, I et my dinner of peaches and yogurt, and watched the sun start to go down all around 5pm because I thought that if the power would not be restored for several hours, I would just go to bed.
See that pile back there in the corner? It's been there for at least two years, if not more. My goal is to get that out of here this week. It's two boxes of china that I never wanted (inherited from my paternal grandmother), and two "trays" of dessert glassware. What in the holy fuck did my mother think I was going to do with those? Seriously? Just further proof and a constant reminder that she knows and does not care to know anything about me.
New subject - a nice reading on the blood sugars:
In other news, I don't have any news. Just another wintry day in Ohellio. Got some propane ordered and delivered. Paid the quarterly garbage pickup bill. Paid other bills. Watched less than an hour of mindless/mind-numbing reality real-estate television on Netflix. Marveled at who in the FUCK would need a house with 19 bedrooms, (and 19 matching bathrooms) let alone a house that costs $43 to $100 million. I just don't get it. I won't ever get it. To each their own. At some 2,300 square feet (with approximately 1,800 of that being livable space), we have WAY too much space for two people, two cats and one Nettie.
I actually am in love with the IDEA of tiny houses. Yet, I'm also terrified that it would become TOO LITTLE space, and for the price you have to pay for a nice one, might as well just get a much smaller house. But, DAYUM, there are some spectacular-looking tiny houses. Just gorgeous!
Finally, I am going to attempt to get movement today. Yesterday was not a good day for the shoulder. It was really hurting, and aggravated, and the anti-inflammatory and pain relievers just weren't touching it. I MUST get some form of movement going in it daily. I just have to. Even when I do about a minute or two of stretching, rotating, etc. it feels better, temporarily. It's a weird "injury" ... It's all about the angles. Certain angles, I can move and you can't even tell there's anything wrong, but one very wrong move at one very wrong angle, and good LORD does it hurt!
lived there, on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam."
As the doctor said, "It's a marathon ..." Therefore, any levels coming in now are NOT indicative of how my OVERALL health is. They only display the results of my "operations" during the past month. Not shocked to learn that triglycerides are still high, but also know that I've consumed copious amounts of not-so-wonderfully-healthy foods in the past month. Also not shocked that cholesterol (the bad one, because they never test the good one) is also high.
I can't find results from last year, and still don't have all results back, but at least I know I am down 16 pounds from last year, and also lost about 3 points on my BMI, so there's that. Go!
No sense beating that deceased horse, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah - STATINS RULE THE WORLD. Maybe for you. If that makes you feel better, then you do you. For me, not going to be an option. Doesn't mean I'll rule it out forever, but if I can control the diah-beat-us without medications or insulin, I can also control the cholesterol, and make it work FOR me rather than against. And no, I don't think I'm a doctor. I don't think I know everything. But I do know it's not what I want right now. Too many times, they just throw pills at something without doing a complete workup to see if maybe something else is going on. I'm not really in to that approach.
Don't get me wrong. I love my doctor. I just don't love who he works for. He is always rushed, and therefore doesn't have the time. Unless I go in with specific details about specific things, he won't check. Hence, if I had put off the bloodwork Monday, he wouldn't have seen an elevated cholesterol level and would not have prescribed Crestor. Call me jaded. I just don't think it's there yet. I have never even had any heart-specific testing. Ever.
I do know I need to get more fiber, and vegetation. What you get in a Factor meal, whilst okay, is not my favorite, and also not enough to meet even the USDA requirements. As such, I had a hearty dinner of Greek yogurt, no-sugar-added peaches, cinnamon, crushed pecans, hemp hearts, and an eeeensy-teeny lil bit of chia seeds for dinner.
Also know I could probably stand to cut back on coffee, but for now, not going to stress over it. Most days, it's two total cups (one morning, and one afternoon). Some days, maybe 2.75 cups. Other days, 1.75. Just not on the top of the priority list at the moment.
Have NOT adjusted to this new schedule yet, two days in. I did manage to get a long winter's nap in yesterday, which prevented me (that was wrong. The NAP did not prevent me. I prevented me.) from getting a lot of work or calendar things done. However, if you do laundry daily, and wash dishes daily, they really aren't out of control.
Work is work ... This was my to-do list ... OOPS.
Today is a new day, and I clearly have a LOT of hours to work on this, plus whatever else arrives today by way of shit to do.
I got distracted and didn't get back to finishing this for several hours. That's how I feel about feels today.
Oh, and if you want an absolutely magnificent album to hear, check this out:
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