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averygoodun42) wrote2013-06-07 12:51 pm
averygoodun42) wrote2013-06-07 12:51 pm
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First, an apology. I'm sorry I haven't been commenting on many (any?) of your posts lately. I have been reading and sending good vibes and well wishes and cheers and such your way, but I have been in a less than communicative mood lately. Basically, I'm so peopled (or stressed) out that I don't even want to interact in the digital sphere.
I'm also sorry for all the whining, but I don't in any way expect absolution for that because I fully intend to continue doing it. In fact, I am about to start another round right now! ;-)
It's cold and rainy out today. It's really, really hard to do anything when it's cold and rainy out. And the cold is creeping inside, but I refuse to turn the furnace back on (again!), because it's supposed to warm right back up tomorrow, and then, probably, for the rest of the summer.
Page is pretty much all better. He climbed into bed with us this morning and regaled us with a story of his dream. Loudly. Continuously. Non-freaking-stop. (I love my son. I love my son. I love my son.)
He was in a good mood, though, so yay. He was even fairly pliable, like stopping long enough to get his clothes, or his next dose of inhaler or such when asked. Which is a nice change of pace. (He does know the word "Okay"!!!)
Did I mention it's dark out, too? I'm going to have to turn on the lights. I've already used my SAD light this morning, because of the dim, gray feel to the day.
Oh, and Geoff is away on another "daytrip." God knows when he'll get back. Last day trip to this place led to a 30-hour day, so... So that means it's me and Page together again. All afternoon.
God, I hope he's on green today. Then he can get his screen privileges back. (Please? Pretty please?)
Geoff and I watched "Super 8" last night on Amazon. I enjoyed it, but now I really want to see the movie about picking up the pieces afterwards. I should probably write it, but I have no time and limited ambition. (Not to mention that words aren't coming easily to me lately. I know "ambition" isn't the right word, but the word I want is eluding me. And I'm too tired to look it up in the thesaurus.)
I also suffered another attack of the ninja naps yesterday. Page was very kind to let me sleep, but sheesh. So tired. I'm tired of being tired. I don't like needing three days to recover from one stressful day.
Ah well. Might as well accept the situation as it is. For now.
Speaking of, I've told Geoff that when our situation evens out a bit (financially and emotionally) I want us to see if we can have a dog. It will have to be a poodle mix, probably, but I think it would be very good for all of us, but for Page especially. It's not going to happen for at least a year, but already I'm torn between whether to adopt a rescue dog or try to find a puppy. Rescue dog would be older (and probably already house-trained, and definitely sleeping through the night, so less stressful in that regard), but a puppy might be be more trainable where taking daily baths is concerned (so as to keep the allergy factor down). *shrug*
Of course, it might be a passing yen of mine. I've been known to have them. Hell, I even wanted another baby at one point. For a week. That yen passed very quickly, thank goodness.
Ah, but it sounds like the workmen have finally arrived to start on the back yard. Because this is "the middle of the week." (In some alternate universe, I suppose it could be.) So, yay. However, I think that will mean I need to go move the car and make sure they don't mess with the piles of stuff. Yay.
Cheers!
I'm also sorry for all the whining, but I don't in any way expect absolution for that because I fully intend to continue doing it. In fact, I am about to start another round right now! ;-)
It's cold and rainy out today. It's really, really hard to do anything when it's cold and rainy out. And the cold is creeping inside, but I refuse to turn the furnace back on (again!), because it's supposed to warm right back up tomorrow, and then, probably, for the rest of the summer.
Page is pretty much all better. He climbed into bed with us this morning and regaled us with a story of his dream. Loudly. Continuously. Non-freaking-stop. (I love my son. I love my son. I love my son.)
He was in a good mood, though, so yay. He was even fairly pliable, like stopping long enough to get his clothes, or his next dose of inhaler or such when asked. Which is a nice change of pace. (He does know the word "Okay"!!!)
Did I mention it's dark out, too? I'm going to have to turn on the lights. I've already used my SAD light this morning, because of the dim, gray feel to the day.
Oh, and Geoff is away on another "daytrip." God knows when he'll get back. Last day trip to this place led to a 30-hour day, so... So that means it's me and Page together again. All afternoon.
God, I hope he's on green today. Then he can get his screen privileges back. (Please? Pretty please?)
Geoff and I watched "Super 8" last night on Amazon. I enjoyed it, but now I really want to see the movie about picking up the pieces afterwards. I should probably write it, but I have no time and limited ambition. (Not to mention that words aren't coming easily to me lately. I know "ambition" isn't the right word, but the word I want is eluding me. And I'm too tired to look it up in the thesaurus.)
I also suffered another attack of the ninja naps yesterday. Page was very kind to let me sleep, but sheesh. So tired. I'm tired of being tired. I don't like needing three days to recover from one stressful day.
Ah well. Might as well accept the situation as it is. For now.
Speaking of, I've told Geoff that when our situation evens out a bit (financially and emotionally) I want us to see if we can have a dog. It will have to be a poodle mix, probably, but I think it would be very good for all of us, but for Page especially. It's not going to happen for at least a year, but already I'm torn between whether to adopt a rescue dog or try to find a puppy. Rescue dog would be older (and probably already house-trained, and definitely sleeping through the night, so less stressful in that regard), but a puppy might be be more trainable where taking daily baths is concerned (so as to keep the allergy factor down). *shrug*
Of course, it might be a passing yen of mine. I've been known to have them. Hell, I even wanted another baby at one point. For a week. That yen passed very quickly, thank goodness.
Ah, but it sounds like the workmen have finally arrived to start on the back yard. Because this is "the middle of the week." (In some alternate universe, I suppose it could be.) So, yay. However, I think that will mean I need to go move the car and make sure they don't mess with the piles of stuff. Yay.
Cheers!