Tonight I am getting a massage. It is months overdue, not even counting all that has happened since mid-March. I set the alarm an hour early so as to go to the gym this morning, and instead I spent that hour writing to the new guy and pondering stuff.
We have our monthly staff meeting this morning. I am hoping it’s a short one. I have lots to do before leaving an hour early so I can make it to my appointment on time. And I will be out all day tomorrow. The new guy will call me today or tonight and let me know what time his surgery is scheduled.
I am about 30 rounds from the midpoint on BittyBubba’s birthday present. I expect to be there by bedtime tonight.
I can feel your prayers, y’all. This gathering sense of peace and calm enveloping me. Thank you. My thoughts are still running around in my head like a hamster on a wheel, but mostly they are positive thoughts. I have sticky-notes all over the house, not filled with affirmations, but with reminders of things to do. Yes, I put it all on my calendar, but I also need the little visual triggers. Sticky-note on ATM receipt: Budget $30 + tip (massage 7/6/11). That would be the chair massage at the office, where I bought up the first three ten-minute slots the first week she is coming, and would have bought the first three of the following week if I hadn’t thought it would get me killed or at least severely bruised.
We had more lightning last night, and presumably more storms. I came home a little early from Knit Night, and I think I was in bed by 10:00. Much better than the night before. I certainly slept better.
6:00p.m. cannot get here fast enough, although I will try very hard not to wish the day away, but to notice and savor all the small, good things that will happen between now and then.
Be good, and be good to yourselves. This is the part where I go soak my head.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!