Month: November 2007

C is doing somewhat better, if not exactly good. We are both getting a little more sleep. He starts PT at the end of the week.

Last night we were at Orca Books downtown and I realized (again?) that I’ve been reading almost exclusively non-fiction. I’m still not sure what that says about me as a writer. Also, I drove home from work in the pouring rain, and it had that slightly over-dense look as it hit the windshield, as if it wanted to be slush/snow. But that didn’t happen, alas.

This morning I took the bus; it was a brilliant morning, but the weather report says rain. I had to run for the bus, and nice enough to feel that I could make that dash (half-block at top speed in dress shoes!) without totally wiping myself out. Then when I got to the bus, the driver asked if I was “the girl who used ride the bike” — last winter/spring I put my bike on that bus and rode to the trail. When I said yes, he said he almost didn’t recognize me because I’d lost so much weight. 🙂 Well, that’s nice. I’ll take that compliment, especially after the last couple of days, when stress, lack of exercise. lost sleep has thrown my eating habits and cravings totally out of whack. This morning I made sure to get a solid breakfast before I left the house, and I have a good lunch & an apple in my bag for later.

Tonight I’m supposed to teach a class about websites for other neighborhood association people. I had in all serious forgotten completely about it until I was skimming my email.  Originally, I planned to spend last weekend getting my materials/notes ready…and yeah, that didn’t happen. So yes, I’ll be winging it. My current scatteredness makes me feel almost like a fraud explaining to others how to run their association sites, but I’ll live with that.

Weekend before last I finally used a Sunday Scribblings prompt, but in my paper journal. It was a powerful release, finding my creative spot in the prompt. (“I carry,” BTW.) I may worry about whether my identity still includes “being a writer,” but I don’t ever seem to entirely stop writing, one way or another.

This is usually the point at which one expresses thankfulness for stuff.

Right now, I would seriously kill for a full night’s sleep, so it’s a little hard to get into the spirit of gratefulness. C’s back (and now leg) has continued to get worse the last couple of days. This morning I spent 2 1/2 hours in the urgent care — I guess I should be grateful it wasn’t the emergency room, or we’d probably still be there. The doctor gave him an anti-inflammatory shot, which didn’t really do anything, and a narcotic one, which did, sort of. He’s mostly asleep, after a week or more of hardly sleeping at all.

I’m baking a pumpkin pie, one of my favorite foods, which is why I’m not trying for a nap myself. We got invited to a friend’s T-day dinner, which we both wanted to do.  I don’t know if we’ll be going, but in either case at least we’ll have pie. Once it’s out of the oven, I’m going to take a nap and then see if I’m up for going out, and if C is either. Earlier, he said I should go by myself, which feels a little weird but I might do it anyway. Just get out of the house and go where someone else is making the food.

Maybe tomorrow or Saturday or next week I’ll feel grateful and express my love for y’all & the interwebs. But not today.