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Dec. 19th, 2017 11:23 amUgh. I spent the morning being an idiot and moving furniture after I took my shower. Because I, ladies and gentlemen, am a genius. Sigh. This new set up will be okay (not great but not as bad as I feared) once the old TV is gone but right now it's very crowded and I'm feeling claustrophobic. On the plus side, I moved everything by myself. Downside, I haven't moved it all back because my left leg started to cramp like craaaaaaaaaaazy.
Today I begin my six day stretch into Christmas and having to work all of those days despite Sunday normally being my day off and yes I am ticked about this even though I fully expected it to happen.
I'm also ticked because I am NOT in the mood for this shit because of the dog's death and my new glasses spent yesterday basically trying to kill me. I guess I got lucky the last time I got new glasses because maybe the prescription didn't change so much but this time it messed with my depth perception or something so I spent all day feeling just... off. And if I walked on grass during the daylight, I'd take that first step and nearly fall flat on my face. At night things were better, but I do worry how work is going to play out.
Plus side, I do like how they look and I was worried about that.
Let's see. Yesterday I made fudge, which I'd planned to do Sunday before Angel passed away and the morning went to hell in a handbasket. Today I think I'm supposed to make lemon bars for Mom. I was going to do that yesterday but my phone call with Donna was an hour longer than I expected and see also the glasses.
I know it's silly to be surprised at how often I find myself having to stop and not plan my day around the dog but it keeps happening at the weirdest times. Like getting up and hopping in the shower even though there was no having to work around the dog's need for numerous walks. Or moving furniture around and not having to take into consideration where she'd be during it.
Threw out her bed this morning and mopped where it was after a good vacuum as well. It's funny how doing these things hurts less than talking about them. I don't understand that, but I guess maybe it's because doing the work is basically a chore and talking about it isn't.
Today I begin my six day stretch into Christmas and having to work all of those days despite Sunday normally being my day off and yes I am ticked about this even though I fully expected it to happen.
I'm also ticked because I am NOT in the mood for this shit because of the dog's death and my new glasses spent yesterday basically trying to kill me. I guess I got lucky the last time I got new glasses because maybe the prescription didn't change so much but this time it messed with my depth perception or something so I spent all day feeling just... off. And if I walked on grass during the daylight, I'd take that first step and nearly fall flat on my face. At night things were better, but I do worry how work is going to play out.
Plus side, I do like how they look and I was worried about that.
Let's see. Yesterday I made fudge, which I'd planned to do Sunday before Angel passed away and the morning went to hell in a handbasket. Today I think I'm supposed to make lemon bars for Mom. I was going to do that yesterday but my phone call with Donna was an hour longer than I expected and see also the glasses.
I know it's silly to be surprised at how often I find myself having to stop and not plan my day around the dog but it keeps happening at the weirdest times. Like getting up and hopping in the shower even though there was no having to work around the dog's need for numerous walks. Or moving furniture around and not having to take into consideration where she'd be during it.
Threw out her bed this morning and mopped where it was after a good vacuum as well. It's funny how doing these things hurts less than talking about them. I don't understand that, but I guess maybe it's because doing the work is basically a chore and talking about it isn't.