Monday, Monday
As you can tell by my last post, I had a very full weekend. I know that I am busy this coming Sunday for Mothers' Day, and Saturday is likely to fill up soon, so if you have plans that you might want to run by me, let me know. 
evergleam83, do you still want to see the play? Please let me know tonight or tomorrow, else I'll probably make some extra cash helping out at my old job. (In other words, save me!) The only limitor is that I'm birdsitting all this week, so I have to crash back chez moi.
I'm still wiped out. Granted, it's happy drowsiness, but still. My feet are absolutely killing me, and I feel like I have a golfball wedged between my spine and my right shoulderblade. I could definitely use a firm massage, but Bridget's been terribly busy lately, and I doubt she'd have time to drag her table all the way down to Pikesville to fix me. Skyler keeps telling me I should get Rolfed, but his poor mom is overworked and overtired as it is.
This week shaping up nicely, though. Since Dixie (my roommate) is out of town until Sunday, I've craftily arranged to have company for a good portion of the week. Something about that house just creeps me out at night. I'm taking care of Gypsy for the week, which is generally not terrible, because she only seems to act up when Dixie's around. Believe me, if you've ever been woken up by a cageless Australian parrot screaming bloody murder at 6:30am, you'd welcome the peace and quiet. It's either that, or feeding her to a blender.
I have the strangest sense of anticipation, though. Only I don't know what it is that I'm anticipating. It's almost like I feel changes coming, but everything will turn out how it's supposed to. I have absolutley no concrete evidence to support this-- it's solely intuition, I suppose. I know that I have a lot of nose-to-the-grindstone decisions to make coming up, and in truth, I've not yet made most of them, but I can't help but feel terribly optimistic about it all. I've caught onto Spring's energy. It's infectious. All the right cards are falling into place. Non perché mi piace il giglio gli altri fiori sprezzerò.
But man, what a depressing day. It's so gray and blech outside. I've got to be here until six 'o clock, and already I'm half stir-crazy. Email me, people. I can only enter so many medical necessity forms before I start to go slightly batty.
evergleam83, do you still want to see the play? Please let me know tonight or tomorrow, else I'll probably make some extra cash helping out at my old job. (In other words, save me!) The only limitor is that I'm birdsitting all this week, so I have to crash back chez moi.I'm still wiped out. Granted, it's happy drowsiness, but still. My feet are absolutely killing me, and I feel like I have a golfball wedged between my spine and my right shoulderblade. I could definitely use a firm massage, but Bridget's been terribly busy lately, and I doubt she'd have time to drag her table all the way down to Pikesville to fix me. Skyler keeps telling me I should get Rolfed, but his poor mom is overworked and overtired as it is.
This week shaping up nicely, though. Since Dixie (my roommate) is out of town until Sunday, I've craftily arranged to have company for a good portion of the week. Something about that house just creeps me out at night. I'm taking care of Gypsy for the week, which is generally not terrible, because she only seems to act up when Dixie's around. Believe me, if you've ever been woken up by a cageless Australian parrot screaming bloody murder at 6:30am, you'd welcome the peace and quiet. It's either that, or feeding her to a blender.
I have the strangest sense of anticipation, though. Only I don't know what it is that I'm anticipating. It's almost like I feel changes coming, but everything will turn out how it's supposed to. I have absolutley no concrete evidence to support this-- it's solely intuition, I suppose. I know that I have a lot of nose-to-the-grindstone decisions to make coming up, and in truth, I've not yet made most of them, but I can't help but feel terribly optimistic about it all. I've caught onto Spring's energy. It's infectious. All the right cards are falling into place. Non perché mi piace il giglio gli altri fiori sprezzerò.
But man, what a depressing day. It's so gray and blech outside. I've got to be here until six 'o clock, and already I'm half stir-crazy. Email me, people. I can only enter so many medical necessity forms before I start to go slightly batty.