And it's Friday again. This week, I was so turned around on what day it was, I didn't even think to say my usual Thursday morning 'talk to you Saturday' to mom when we finished talking yesterday. I think I was thinking that yesterday was Wednesday. Derp.
I'm one big, apathetic, atrophied lump. To that end, I'm trying to do some basic exercises every day or every other to work on building myself pack up to normal. Which reminds me of that Seinfeld episode where George gets the summer off (The Summer of George) and decides to do nothing, but then he gets hurt and his muscles are so atrophied from doing nothing that it's way worse than it should be and there's a long road of physical therapy ahead of him.
Yeah, I've watched every single episode of Seinfeld multiple times. It wasn't my fault, I swear. Pre-Hubs, I was with two different guys for years each that were addicted to Seinfeld. I haven't watched any of it since before I got married 22 years ago, but they're all still up there in my head.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, be really careful of what you let into your head, because it'll never come out. I wish I could go back in time and walk out of the TV room where all the girls sat and watched Sybil together. Horrible movie that's in my head forever. Even the car accident couldn't knock that out. More's the pity, I guess.
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. ;o)
This morning, I heard a weird noise. Well, a series of weird noises on repeat. My guess is that it was some kind of bugs bouncing on the aluminum flashing we tacked up to keep the squirrels out of the eaves. And every once in a while, the bug or bugs would miss the flashing and hit the wood instead. Plink, plink plink plink, plink plink, bonk. Once the sun came up all the way, it stopped, but it was weirding me out. Not sure what kind of bugs, because I could see them from inside and there was no way in hell I was going outside to look. Bugs... :shudder:
I'm really better about bugs than I used to be. I mean, living in the woods cures you quick of being bug-jumpy. Now, it's 'oh, look a centipede' instead of 'EEK! a centipede!' I still don't want them on me, though.
This week, my daughter turned 33. I still maintain that I am not old enough to have a 33-year-old kid, but there it is.
A few days ago, I posted something to Facebook about being fat. It was just a statement, followed by some personal thoughts on being fat and steps I could take to not be fat, but I suddenly had people telling me what to eat and offering support. I went and re-read what I wrote and nowhere in there was anything that could've been construed as asking for help or feeling bad about myself. :shrug: I guess I was just trying to make a statement that others might find useful, you know if they themselves are feeling bad about being fat. Anyway, it turned into a kind of sociological experiment. Can someone just make a statement anymore without people offering advice and opinions? I don't know.
Ugh. I have to go grocery shopping today, but it's going to be like 100F. The plan is to get out of here as soon as the sun reached a height where it won't blind me while I drive east, but it'll still be in the 90s by the time I get home. Wish me luck.
And on that note, I bid you adieu. Have a great day wherever you are. Stay cool, my friends.