Friends and Kitties!
Road to Hell good intentions for an illuminating and insightful post went down the tubes when I came home and used my writing time to wash my car, and also because right now I'm in a state of mental flux and change always disrupts my concentration. Plus, I'm lazy.
So I'm going to use this post to order my thoughts and Make a List*
I'm swapping shifts even earlier than planned; November 15th is the first afternoon of the rest of my (working) life! Although I'm excited to no longer get up at 5 AM I'm filled with anxiety: will I get anything "done" in the mornings (I will, it's my most productive time), will I get to yoga class regularly (yes, I signed up), will I get stuck with doing the cat boxes every day (effing better not)...et cetera. Whoever said change is good forgot the painful inertia factor. I know intellectually that it'll all work out organically in it's own time, but that doesn't stop my mind from relentlessly trying to shove all the mental pegs in the holes no matter what shape.
I love my new-to-us $300 sofa! I get the chaise section, Scott and the cats divvy up the rest. My corner has been christened the Control Pod, from which I do all my techno stuff, read, nap, and control the TV remote. And that's a lie. Only sometimes do I control the remote...Scott has this baffling habit of passing through the room and switching the channel/volume to whatever suits him, and then exiting the area. Weird.
Girlie Paragraph Alert!! I am going to ask my OB/GYN at my yearly exam about starting estrogen replacement therapy. I'm wondering if fracturing my kneecap has anything to do with bone loss (nb: ask for bone density referral) and I've noticed other changes since having my parts removed, as well. Recent research has swung back in favor of estrogen (alone, no progesterone) treatment, and I'm only 50. Anyone out there have an opinion? Yes, no, patch, pill, cream?
OK, any men out there, it's safe to begin reading again.
This is my favorite time of year. The hots are over, and it is simply glorious outside, every day. We have a pantload of yard work to do--another anxiety on my list--and since the windows are open again I want to paint a couple of rooms, another-self-imposed chore. Why do I do this? I should be out riding my bike but I feel guilty about leaving stuff undone...typical for me. One of these days I'll finally have time to relax. heh. In the meantime I have plenty to do...did I say earlier I was lazy? That's another lie.
It really bothers me that I don't get around to commenting on blogs as much as I used to. I know, but still. I wish I had paid attention in (any of the three) typing class(es) I took, I'd be much more efficient. Of course I have to do much of my typing one-handed, because Rupert chooses to repose on my left arm with his chin resting on my hand every. single. night. Hitting the shift key is nearly impossible. And, no, I can't move him--that would be mean. We all know who rules this house...
Whew. Thanks for helping me sort my head out, you guys are the best!
XX Sheebie XX
*How fun, you get to do therapy with me!