What it looks like to rest comfortably ...
Disclaimer: this is proving to be another long one. Buckle up, grab a snack or five, and enjoy ...
FRIDAY:
I wish I could say we've rested anywhere close to comfortably this week, but so far, no. And though I ordered and have since received the mattress topper to improve the comfort level, both of us have been too tired to even get that thing unwrapped, properly fluffed and applied to the cement mattress.
I fully acknowledge that I said I was going to make a plan for myself. I did start said plan, but when you wake up at 2:30am after going to bed at 8:30pm and don't feel like you slept at all, the brain starts fucking with you.
Three full LARGE cups of coffee ...
A constant feeling of ...
And recognizing that my ...
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I did start working on a plan, using the aforementioned mapping:
1. Dump (get it all out of my head)
2. Organize
3. Evaluate/Edit
4. Prepare
5. Solidify
I've started on step 3. I also started re-listening to that book, "The 12-Week Year" or whatever it's called. And really, after listening again, I realize that it's just not for me. All they talk about is tracking, and talking about it, and blahbity-blahbity-blah-blah-blah ... NO. I tried it last year, I think. I'd have to go back and look, but really, it's irrelevant because it just didn't work. I mean, hell, if you're gonna shorten that year to 12 weeks, why not shorten it to 12 days, or 12 minutes? Some days, I have to plan 12 seconds.
One of the things on my list is a haircut. If I go short, I'm fairly certain it'll be something like this, complete with the bleaching out. I already have silver highlights galore, why not just go full tilt?
All I really know is that this is true:
I also know that sleep is necessary for proper brain function and effective adulting. Without it, I am a slug. Pour salt on me and call it a day. Funny story (or sickening) - we had slugs once, and I did that salt thing. I will never do it again. I felt absolutely horrified that I was capable of doing something like that to a living thing, no matter how annoying that thing might be. I don't even kill wolf spiders anymore. I just can't. During the Great Rat Invasion of '23, the high-test rat poison was the final resort. Just could not until it became necessary to protect the home. It was effective, but also disturbing.
Let this be a lesson - in case I didn't mention it before - if you live in the country, and think rats only show up in large metropolitan areas with lots of garbage, you would be wrong. Live around a bunch of farms, with a bunch of animals, and a bunch of feed, and then get the brilliant idea that you want to feed all the birds of the land, and guess what else will come to dinner? Mm-hmm. I miss the birds terribly, but I never, ever, ever want to see another rat in real life, again.
Always an adventure, life in rural Ohellio.
What was I talking about? Oh, yeah ... planning. My plan is broken down into sections - Goals, Health, Self, Home, Education/Work, and Creativity/Art, not in any order of priority, other than health first. I've listed some things I want to accomplish, and now, today, I'll evaluate order of import, and the HOW around getting that shit done.
I then drifted off and started my day because ALL THAT was going nowhere ...
SATURDAY:
I did end up getting at least eight, if not more, hours of sleep Thursday evening, so yesterday was much better. Meanwhile, something is going on with Nettie, which has caused digestive upset and a case of runs. We got her a shot of a drug that's supposed to help with her arthritis, and believe you me, it DID help with THAT. What we did not expect, or research - totally on us - is that it would cause a whole host of side effects that have not been fun to witness. She won't really eat more than once a day. She is highly sensitive to Odin's yipping when he is in his crate during meals, to the point where she nearly panics, starts shaking, and pacing, and then, she also is prone to go stand in the living room corner and just stare at the wall. We thought all this was attributed to some sort of mental decline, but then decided that perhaps that drug had something to do with it, and after reading the prescribing info, and some other sources, it all lined up.
Needless to say, the improvement in pain and mobility is NOT worth these other things. Not at all. We shall return to managing pain with her previous medications, and add some CBD oil (hemp), and take it from there. She is definitely no spring chicken. We think she's going on anywhere from 11 to 13, but can't be sure how old she actually was when we adopted her back in 2015. Being fully aware that she's on or nearing her last leg of the race has been difficult to digest. Probably moreso than Dio, since he was afflicted with two torn ACLs and lost the ability to even get up, so we knew precisely when it was time to help him move on. With Nettie, and with the administration of that shot, she was like a child again, almost. Kind of like Pet Sematary, where they're back, but something is definitely not right.
I'm just heartbroken and very very sad about the whole thing.
Meanwhile, back at the interior decorating level, my Beloved is getting ready to paint over this room:
This was Holden's room from 2005, when we moved in, to 2008 when he left for college. I'm fairly sure HE is not coming back home to live, and therefore, we can safely let go. Ask me how many years it took me to redo my daughter's room after she moved out ... G'head. Clearly, we have "letting go" issues.
Anywhoooo, it's going to look completely different than this, and all one color, once completed. That WAS a gorgeous shade of red, though.
Project Living Room is moving forward. I ordered some flooring samples just a bit ago, because I really don't want a clash in wood colors. We've got the original 1950's wood, then wood-plank ceiling, circa 2015-ish. I do not want dark hues, or that crappy distressed gray that's all the rage. I want something that at least somewhat coordinates with the existing residents. We COULD get the original hardwood refinished, but we also do not have the means to move all of us out whilst that is being done, so that's not an option we're considering. If we ever sell the house, that can be someone else's project. I also ordered some matching end tables that should be here by Sunday.
Meanwhile, I need to get the blinds ordered, and also pick out the final color for the boudoir. It WILL be some shade of blue. I'm not normally a "blue" kind of person, but after 17 years of blood-burgundy, it's time for a different direction. I can't wait to show you the before and after footage of that one!!
On the planning front, not much of that happened yesterday. I did work things, I did worrying things, and I kind of just mentally checked out.
That's a project for today, Saturday.
I used the Microsoft Copilot that they added to my computer without me knowing, or caring, really. Whatever. I used it to help me come up with some podcasting ideas. It's just another thing that's in the planning stages, and at some point, I will need to poo or get off the pot, but for now, I'm good with where it's at. I know that the microphone works, and I know my voice is not TOO horrific for recording, so all I need now is a firm direction, and execution of the plan that has yet to be made.
I think I will end it here, and share with you the most perfect puppy face I have ever seen:
Have a lovely weekend! xo
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