It’s astonishing how much better one’s outlook on life becomes when you realize you’re almost fully recovered from an illness, no matter how minor, on a day in which sunshine and moderately warm temperatures can be enjoyed, however briefly.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast duck. Er, day.
You know, there’s nothing quite like a vivid dream that you woke up an hour late for work, right before your alarm goes off.
I’m already un-fond of mid-March as it is (given being ill this year, on top of trying not to think about what happened four years ago), this isn’t helping. Argh.
My birthday celebration was stretched over several days…
All in all? My entry into “being 38” didn’t go too badly, no, not too badly at all…
Man, I can’t even get the hang of posting every Monday, apparently. I was doing good at that for a while, but you can see that I fell off of that particular wagon, too…
My birthday’s in a few days. I took yesterday off partly as a birthday present to myself (the day itself is Monday, but Kylanath couldn’t get that day off, I couldn’t get today off, so yesterday was the best I could do) and partly to recover from the intensely horrid stretch of work, and partly to enjoy City of Heroes’ double-XP “weekend”.
I have writing to do, here, and some good habits to reestablish. (It’s stupid to try to “break bad habits,” I think, and smarter to replace them with good habits, since I only have so much time in the day I figure the new will replace the old, or something. I’m quite mentally worn out, so maybe I’m blowing smoke up my own backside. Time will tell.)
So. Let’s see if I can manage my 38th year better than I managed my 37th.
While Kylanath and I were out and about yesterday we picked up a set of shelves for her (“What do you get the girl who loves books?”) and a set of shelves for me. Thankfully Ikea now offers $20 65-pound-capable handcarts for those of us who take the MAX to and fro.
Tonight I assembled my set of shelves…
…and filled them full within five minutes of assembly. The new one’s on the left. Sadly, the ducks on the right are just for show: I have another box of books to unpack. Eventually I won’t have any books remaining in boxes, they’ll all be shelved! I figure that’ll be about five minutes before I found out I’m moving again, but hey, whatever.
Usually, I can’t smell much of anything.
I’m not entirely certain why, but it’s a fact I’ve grown to live with. Of course, if something is particularly powerful, it gets through. Too bad that of the strongest odors are actually unpleasant, eh?
Today is different for some reason. I woke up being able to smell all kinds of things; that ability has remained with me all day long. Now, had this been a weekend I’d have enjoyed this more. Going to work was already unappealing, never mind that my nose and I would be stuck in an office all day long.
Yes, folks, this is what counts for nose news in my world lately…
