Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Ah, blessed sleep

I got my ten hours of sleep last night and BOY do I feel GREAT today! Instead of four cups of coffee, I had one, and didn't need that. I actually ate breakfast, something I rarely do. I've already done my 30 minutes of Wii Fit, and although I pinched my knee in the doing, it's bearable pain.

Now I'm off to the garage to work a little on repacking the kids' boxes. When I get one-fourth of the garage repacked, I get to go buy the new Harvest Moon for Wii game. Oh, man, I'm so excited!

It's amazing how profoundly I'm affected by getting the right amount of sleep vs. getting insufficient sleep. I don't want to have to sleep in a separate room from hubby, but to feel like this every day...

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Another rung on the moving ladder

It keeps coming with furious certainty—this idea that we're moving. Today I rehomed our hermit crabs and all their paraphenalia. It was a lot of stuff, and I don't think their new owner will have a clue what to do with it: her crabs were in a kritter keeper without even a lid and in painted shells. Horrors.

It's not the crabs I will miss, I don't think. They were interesting enough, and I learned heaps about them, but I never really made an emotional connection with them. But there was always something to DO. A cage to clean, food to create, a bubbler pool to invent, something to learn, someone to talk to. It's one more step toward becoming a hermit myself, I suppose, to cut myself off from that part of my world.

I feel a little at loose ends.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

It must have been a dream

I guess I had a strange dream last night, but I don't remember it. I woke up at the intersection of anxiety and depression this morning, with an odd feeling of foreboding.

Of course, the odd feeling could be coming from hubby landing a freelance job that will bring in some much-needed cash. My experience is that when we have a windfall of cash, the crisis that eats it up is hot on the heels of the deposit slip. So, what's it this time, car breakdown? Major illness or injury?

Now, don't go calling me Mrs. Gloom and Doom. I have several dozen years of experience of windfall-then-crisis behind me. I'm quite resigned to never having quite enough to make all the bills, meet all the expenses and have enough left over to be comfy, even for one paycheck. It's not somewhere I like to live, particularly, but there I am.