I'm going, I'm going...

Back to the old anxiety. I hate having things to do on a Sunday afternoon because I feel stressed all weekend about having to go. It makes a huge difference to have someone to go with and I, of course, put an end to that. It's always worse in my mind than in reality, but even knowing that doesn't help. But I can hear my therapist saying, "Yep! Do it anyway." Besides, I ask myself, what were you gonna do anyway? Fine. Aaarrrggggghhhhhh...

The Jenny P.

I finally got up today and ran errands. I didn't get too much done but that's okay, because I needed the rest. I feel a lot saner than I did on Friday afternoon. It feels so nice to have this rainy weather, but when I got home I could not wait to take off what felt like wet socks (even though they were not) and put on warm, fuzzy, thick, dry socks. I've got on this lovely flannel button down shirt that's actually made for females, and it is comfy and pretty. I just feel good today. Now I am cooking dinner- if you can believe that- and I'm about to sit down to eat it in front of Rififi, which I read is a masterful movie. It has been raining all day long: a fall rain with a chill in the air and I feel like Margaret on the Maggie B.

 

 

 

North Star, star of the sea,
I wish for a ship
Named after me,
To sail for a day
Alone and free,
With someone nice
For company.

 

Stayed up late, slept in, got up to feed me and the girls, pottied Riley, and went back to bed. It feels good to rest after this week. I was exhausted.

Hgggg f ggffff

Looking through pictures at 4:30 in the morning when you're wide awake after crashing is a terrible idea. Actually, looking at pictures at all is a terrible idea. Now I just feel empty and sad. This is compounded by realizing that my apartment got messy again when I wasn't looking and milk has not magically appeared in my fridge yet. It's ok. It's fine.

Patriotic and prehistoric are close enough

There's this bulletin board at work that is used to display artwork by kids from the nearby elementary school. Some kids are just the best.

RRRAAWWWWRRRRR

And now, some rest.

I just had a really lovely night.

My day was really good too, but I am running short on time. I ran home after work and did a super productive clean. Paulette came over and we made meal #2 from Blue Apron. I took some pictures and promise to make a better blog than that mess yesterday. She helped me clean the kitchen and the whole thing was packed up by 7:30, which is earlier than I even started last night. I ran to the store to get a small gift for the librarian from Sacramento, who has been here training me all week. He is retiring in December, so this will likely be the last time I see him. He promises to be available for questions until then, thankfully, but those of us who know him will be sad to see him go. So I got a little present (that he will protest and appreciate) and then I went home, admired my clean apartment, and had an ipod dance party. Look: furthering my work knowledge, getting chores knocked out, laughing and cooking a delicious meal with a friend, sharing some gratitude, then dancing my joyful tail off in my living room. And tomorrow's Friday!

Oh...

You can't see the patties because I cooked the living shit out of them. They are tiny but delicious. The cucumber salad is tasty, but I'm not sure how it's supposed to feed two people, because I'm going to eat it all.