First bone head move of the day:
Wake up at four am, stumble to the coffee pot, turn it on, stumble to the bathroom upstairs and brush my teeth. Come out of the bathroom, back down to the kitchen---good heavens, what's that noise? Oh yeah...that would be coffee pouring all over the kitchen counter, as I forgot to put the pot in the coffee maker. Clean that mess up, thirty minutes later, make more coffee. You know, I'm not sure that my coffee maker will ever be the same. Coffee wasn't streaming out of it, it was coming back up through the top, as I have one of those machines that you can take the pot out under to pour coffee while it's still brewing. So, I not only had coffee everywhere, but I had coffee grounds, too. Lovely start to the day.
So then, it's time for breakfast for my kitties, and I get out the canned food, put it in their bowls, holding my nose all the way. I have not had a sip of coffee yet, and I seriously need it by now. I put the food bowls on the floor, pour my first cup, gather up my things to sit down at the computer and step in the f***ing cat food. Bone head move number two and it's barely four thirty am. Gah.
Yes, it's going to be a good day.
I feel like ass this morning. Turning my head to the left has been a problem all week, and that has not improved. My right foot is alternating between burning, buzzing and no feeling at all. Something is brewing south of my left behind cheek, it feels like if I move wrong, it will knock me to the floor. My knees sound like jiffy pop on the stairs and my left hip is making this loud click from time to time. Yea me.
I think my marriage of thirteen and one half years is dying a slow death. Perhaps I am no longer able to get my point across, anyone agree with that? Hell, I don't know anymore. After a conversation with Mark, I seriously wonder if I'm losing my mind. I don't feel that way after conversing with anyone else, but I don't talk to that many. Anyone wanting to weigh in here, it's fine by me. I am open to suggestions because I am completely out of ideas.
And while I am whining and swearing and talking out loud here, I had an interesting conversation with a male customer at work. I don't even know how I got to the point of telling him that I would be fifty on my next birthday. I was then told that I was "well preserved". Hmm..compliment or not? He was older than me, considerably. Is fifty so old that being preserved is necessary? bleh...
I don't' care if it harelips the governor, I am going to have a good holiday season this year. There is not much money, and I have little strength, but screw it. I am putting my tree up as soon as I can, and I am going to enjoy the reason. I feel it in my heart, it's not in my wallet.
I have not even had the strength to get to the store all week long. I have zero food in this house. I have been eating the strangest things, just because I am too damned tired to go get anything else. I had cheesebread for dinner the other night. Let me remind you, I hate cheese and bread. Today, grocery shopping, first thing.
Happy Saturday friends. I'm out.