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I took off to come to work a bit early but Kirby had already taken off so I didn't even get to wish her a happy new year. I hope she enjoys her party; I am not going to be good for much when I get home. Excuse me while I take a temporary detour into woe-is-me-ville.
Stephen came over and he and hub are watching Mr.Show (or were when I left). I got the house whipped into shape in time for hub to start a nice dinner, and we even had time for a walk while it was simmering. I am now positive that I've contracted something; allergies don't feel like this. I just hope it's not head cancer.
I tend to avoid making resolutions in the same way people get annoyed by Valentine's Day- why wait for one day a year to change something/tell someone you love them? But I always say if it takes a silly tradition to get you to think about something you wouldn't have thought about anyway, why not. I also have this 70's public school self-esteem indoctrination that resists the idea of thinking that there's something bad about me that needs fixing, but the logical conclusion to that would be that I'm perfect- and I don't think I'm ready to make that claim. So, I hereby resolve to try to treat my earthly vehicle better. I think the days are fast speeding away where I could just do whatever to it and it would bounce back; I have only to look at my mom to see what the long-term effects of ill-use can be. Eating less, eating healthier, moving more. Drinking more water and less caffiene. Decorating it more with pretty trinkets and learning to like it more. I could probably even cut back on the cheeb, heavens forfend, and not do too much damage to my mellow lifestyle (especially since it makes it easier for me to eat crap, and I really could stand to moderate that better).
Enough bloviating. Back to the phones.
Stephen came over and he and hub are watching Mr.Show (or were when I left). I got the house whipped into shape in time for hub to start a nice dinner, and we even had time for a walk while it was simmering. I am now positive that I've contracted something; allergies don't feel like this. I just hope it's not head cancer.
I tend to avoid making resolutions in the same way people get annoyed by Valentine's Day- why wait for one day a year to change something/tell someone you love them? But I always say if it takes a silly tradition to get you to think about something you wouldn't have thought about anyway, why not. I also have this 70's public school self-esteem indoctrination that resists the idea of thinking that there's something bad about me that needs fixing, but the logical conclusion to that would be that I'm perfect- and I don't think I'm ready to make that claim. So, I hereby resolve to try to treat my earthly vehicle better. I think the days are fast speeding away where I could just do whatever to it and it would bounce back; I have only to look at my mom to see what the long-term effects of ill-use can be. Eating less, eating healthier, moving more. Drinking more water and less caffiene. Decorating it more with pretty trinkets and learning to like it more. I could probably even cut back on the cheeb, heavens forfend, and not do too much damage to my mellow lifestyle (especially since it makes it easier for me to eat crap, and I really could stand to moderate that better).
Enough bloviating. Back to the phones.
