I discovered that my pill minder had been knocked off the counter and my meds for Saturday had been scattered all over the floor. I think we found them all. Either that or there will be a very happy dog. Ha.
I did take my Sunday meds, though.
I meant to finish my gigantic room-overhaul this day. What a ridiculous thought. It seemed like such a small geographic bit of space. It seemed like I could do it. But I kept getting distracted by things like nap times, diaper changes, and putting old photographs in albums to avoid them getting lost or damaged.
I mean REALLY old photographs. From the early 1900s. They were awesome to look at and quite a worthy distraction.
I worked quite aerobically at the task, but eventually had to admit that I was not going to accomplish some magical mystical transformation of even this small room in such a short period of time.
I really want to go back and finish it RIGHT NOW. But that will not happen. And probably for the best that I am forced to step away from the project. Still not clear if I have been helpful or "helpy." Probably parts of both.
In the "helpy" department I tried to update a woefully out-of-date Firefox on a woefully out-of-date machine and I updated it right off the internet. Oops. I think we fixed that. Although the professional opinion of the spouse is that the old machine has no business poking around on the internet in its fragile condition. It is likely to catch something nasty.
Stayed up too late, didn't have stuff ready for the next day, got going later than we wanted to the next morning AND I forgot my purse (Clyde) behind.
Grateful Crap: NOT EVER leaving that many days of not posting so I have to make up. I was getting to the point where it would have been easier to either abandon the project or just summarize (gone a bunch of days, back now.)
Only I was very slapdash with the medication. I felt phyically pretty crappy. I ate TERRIBLY (not Thanksgiving-related) and I was soreley tempted to just throw in the towel on the whole deal. The tracking, the writing, the attention to the State of Depression. But then I decided that was a stupid idea. This is a terrible paragraph but I don't care because I am almost caught up...
Quaker, teacher, parent,