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Last night I was in very bad headspace. Took a muscle relaxer and two ibuprofen before I turned out the light and slept for six solid hours. Got up to answer a demand from my kidneys ("Make room! Make room!"), then went back to bed and zonked for another two and a half hours. Must be the time change catching up to me....

Just before I woke, I had a series of dreams...driving in moderately heavy traffic with a woman who was a very aggressive driver and scared the snot out of me...then having dinner around a big table with a bunch of people, including Doc, and someone handed me a catalogue of made-up joke products...after the dinner party, I was at Kat's. This wasn't her trailer, or any of the houses where she lived, but it was her place. She came in and said good morning, and I asked if all her relatives had gone back to Texas or wherever. She said they'd left early that morning, thank goodness, because she was tired of tripping over a houseful of people. I said I'd leave if she wanted to have the place to herself, but she said no, she was glad to see me. She wasn't sick, she was alert and energetic.

Either my subconscious is trying to console me, or I'm channeling ala Crossing Over...either way, it was reassuring. I miss her constantly.

I'm also cheered to hear that Trauma (NBC, 9 PM Mondays) is going to be around for another ten episodes. ( What's really cool is---cut for casting spoiler )

Ten more weeks of Cliff Curtis makes me happy! Who knows, if enough of you lovely folks tune in, we might even get a second season!

Tomorrow is St Patrick's Day---I must remember to include green in tomorrow's ensemble.
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Last night I was in very bad headspace. Took a muscle relaxer and two ibuprofen before I turned out the light and slept for six solid hours. Got up to answer a demand from my kidneys ("Make room! Make room!"), then went back to bed and zonked for another two and a half hours. Must be the time change catching up to me....

Just before I woke, I had a series of dreams...driving in moderately heavy traffic with a woman who was a very aggressive driver and scared the snot out of me...then having dinner around a big table with a bunch of people, including Doc, and someone handed me a catalogue of made-up joke products...after the dinner party, I was at Kat's. This wasn't her trailer, or any of the houses where she lived, but it was her place. She came in and said good morning, and I asked if all her relatives had gone back to Texas or wherever. She said they'd left early that morning, thank goodness, because she was tired of tripping over a houseful of people. I said I'd leave if she wanted to have the place to herself, but she said no, she was glad to see me. She wasn't sick, she was alert and energetic.

Either my subconscious is trying to console me, or I'm channeling ala Crossing Over...either way, it was reassuring. I miss her constantly.

I'm also cheered to hear that Trauma (NBC, 9 PM Mondays) is going to be around for another ten episodes. ( What's really cool is---cut for casting spoiler )

Ten more weeks of Cliff Curtis makes me happy! Who knows, if enough of you lovely folks tune in, we might even get a second season!

Tomorrow is St Patrick's Day---I must remember to include green in tomorrow's ensemble.
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I am clinging to the little victories

Went out into the garage with a recently-purchased vat of laundry detergent. Frowned at all the stuff underfoot, and was moved to accomplish a load of laundry...I have two sweatshirt-weight lounging gowns, which turned up amid the overflow. It would've been nice to have them in January. Set aside a few items to pass along to J, and in the process, rediscovered yet another skirt that sank into obscurity in a pile. *sigh* That's the second one this week.

I've come to the decision that something has to be done. I want to build a free-standing clothing rack. (T made one for S, they're dead easy.) I need a set of saw-horse brackets, two 2"x4"x12' studs cut in half and a length of pipe to go between the resulting inverted V's. I've got a $25 prepaid credit card, and that's enough, according to HomeDepot(dot)com.

I may probably should need to thin out my wardrobe in general, but how can I when I don't know what's where?! If I could just get everything put up where I could see it all and figure out what will go with X, and how many of Y do I have, and does Z fit/ever have a prayer of fitting, and if so, would I actually wear it?
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I am clinging to the little victories

Went out into the garage with a recently-purchased vat of laundry detergent. Frowned at all the stuff underfoot, and was moved to accomplish a load of laundry...I have two sweatshirt-weight lounging gowns, which turned up amid the overflow. It would've been nice to have them in January. Set aside a few items to pass along to J, and in the process, rediscovered yet another skirt that sank into obscurity in a pile. *sigh* That's the second one this week.

I've come to the decision that something has to be done. I want to build a free-standing clothing rack. (T made one for S, they're dead easy.) I need a set of saw-horse brackets, two 2"x4"x12' studs cut in half and a length of pipe to go between the resulting inverted V's. I've got a $25 prepaid credit card, and that's enough, according to HomeDepot(dot)com.

I may probably should need to thin out my wardrobe in general, but how can I when I don't know what's where?! If I could just get everything put up where I could see it all and figure out what will go with X, and how many of Y do I have, and does Z fit/ever have a prayer of fitting, and if so, would I actually wear it?
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