livingitup

So far this year seems to be throwing things at me.  Sometimes the items are like pies–messy, but soft.  However, after a while, even pies can begin to cause some damage if they just don’t stop.  When the year starts throwing bricks, it’s all I can do not to be down for the count.  Ready to hear my hell-icious January - February story?

I’ve had a freaky message left on my car at work from someone I haven’t talked to in 5 years–and even then, I hadn’t talked to him much.   What it said was unnerving at the least.  The note itself was enough to cause me some concern, but then I saw that person at the grocery store later that evening.  Was he following me?  I was too terrified to drive home–and ending up making so many detours I didn’t make it home until after 8 that evening.

An old friend of mine also died–by his own hand.  We hadn’t seen each other much this year, just a passing ‘hello’ every now and again, and I wonder how much that mattered.  Before this year, we had been close work aquaintances, but things had changed–we were on the same campus, but no longer shared a building.  I’m really bad at not keeping in touch.  I don’t blame myself, not really.  It was his decision, and I feel it wasn’t the right one (most of you will agree, and the rest will tell me not to judge).  Still, I’m curious if that could have been a compounding factor.

My “Service Engine Soon” light is on.  I had my oil changed less than a month ago (and, yes, recycled), so that shouldn’t be the problem.  At least it is still running.  Maybe the light doesn’t mean anything.  I havne’t had time to stop and get it checked.

I was frozen in my garage last Thursday.  The door was frozen solid.  Took several hours, and tons of effort to be able to break out of the garage to leave my house.  I took the morning off, so I decided, once I escaped that I would go to the doctor for a needed appointment.  They could fit me in.  Unfortunately, they had just gotten new needles.  The needle messed up the first time it entered my arm.  They had to replace it & the syringe because apparently the meds inside had been affected.  Then they had to re-administer the shot.  Yay.  This time the side effects have been more pronounced than ever before, too.  Did I get too much?

Sweetie, my overly needy but loving rotty dog, has started this new habit.  If I am sleeping, and she needs to go out–or apparently just wants my attention–she will come and put her front feet up on my bed.  (I have a very high bed.)  This, I had supposed was fine, sort of, if she was needed to relieve herself, I would rather her do it outside.  This weekend, she showed me that such behavior must stop.

I was lying in bed, sleeping, early on Sunday morning.  The sun is just peacefully peeking through the limbs of the pines.  Apparently, I was sleeping on the edge of the bed.  I am a light sleeper.  Before the first paw hit the bed, I was awake.  Before the second one fell, my eyes were open.  Unfortunately, her second paw did not hit the bed.  Instead it landed inside my freshly opened eyes.  I couldn’t even make a sound, just roll over.  When I could finally deal, and checked to make sure I could still see, I ushered my dog, ‘no! no!’ outside.

The eye didn’t downright bleed, but I had red ’sleep’ coming from my eye for the rest of the day.   Lovely sight, I’m sure.  It also felt hotrribly bruised.  I had a headache, maybe largely from worrying about my eye.  Everytime I thought about it, I’d almost get sick, and it was my eye.  I still have a red cut running along the inside pink of my eye.  Luckily, it didn’t hurt as much as I imagined it would.  That would have been unbearable.

I am having meetings up the wazzu.  So many meetings, I have no free time until after 10:00.  By the time I even get a start on this writing biz, it’s already past 11.  I haven’t even completed my entre-drops. Now other people are over-booking my time, and not even checking my already booked schedule for making appointments.  Not only that, but half of these appointments don’t really pertain to me.  I don’t mind going, but I have so much else I need to do.  I feel like my time is wasted.

Yesterday we had high winds and tornado watches.  (Since Saturday, it’s been really warm–remember Thursday when I was frozen in my garage?  Guess cold air is coming again.)  We had to drop what we were doing and change a zillion thing within 3 minutes.  It was complete chaos.  When I finally left work, the rain started pounding down, making a small pond on my windshield.  Needless to say, it was nearly impossible to see.

When I finally make it home, my garage door won’t open.  My remote does that sometimes.  Fortunately, I have an outside coded entry.  Me, in the pouring rain, figuring out that it’s not my remote, it is my power.  It’s out.  I remembered I had a key inside my gym bag from the other day.  That’s right.  I don’t carry a front door key.  I only found this one within the last few weeks.  I didn’t think I had one at all.  Sadly, the gym bag just happens to be in my trunk.  Did I mention that I can’t see past the sheets of rain to the back of my car.  I found it only because I knew it was there.

Power stays off for a loooooong time.  Relatively, anyway.  Then, when it finally does, it is time to get DS ready for bed.  Go to check my computer.  Apparently, it’s infected and close to dying.  It will do effectively SQUAT (which means, not a whole lot).  Well, it does do two things.  It keeps me fighting it for 2 1/2 hours, and it gives me a headache.

Now my lovely roomba, which BTW is one of the BEST inventions, ever, is broken.  It will only clean for 2 minutes, then stop.  It says the wheels need to be cleaned, but they are spotless–I have cleaned and cleaned to no avail.  Curse you wonderful roomba.

And now, we have arrived at today, which was basically a reiteration of all of this, with major meeting headaches.  Otherwise, I’m making it–with a borrowed computer that is ages too slow, that is.  Beggars can’t be choosers, and they shouldn’t be whiners, either.

Now I’ve got to go paint DS Valentine’s Day box.  Hurrah.  It’s before 1.

Maybe I’m being sensitive, but regardless, I need some blogging affection from you wonderful folk.

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