Stayin Alive

Friday, June 11, 1999

Yeah, I'm still here... feeling a little down today, but I don't know if it's the weather, or other things. It's gloomy outside, and I've got the lights on in here to counteract that, but all I want to do right now is crawl back into bed and sleep.

Why? I wish I knew for sure. What I'd really like to do is curl up with Jev and sleep with his arms wrapped around me, but that's a little hard, since he's about twelve miles and thirty minutes away.

I have been slightly productive already this morning (it's 10 AM as I type this); I unwrapped Jev's file cart, hunted down some empty hanging folders between his collection and mine, and made up categories for some of the paperwork that's been lying around for the past couple weeks. It was bugging me, so now it's all sorted and out of the way; now I just need Jev to go through the folders and decide what needs to be kept and what doesn't.

I'm also in the process of sorting through one of my large boxes of stuff that was thrown together at the last minute on moving day. It's a little bit of everything, so I figure that it's easier if I just sort it into smaller, categorized boxes, and get rid of the large one. It's working... but physically I'm feeling run down, and my heart's skipping beats when I take deep breaths, so I think I'd best lay off of that for a bit.

I did find Munchie's doily in the box, so she's happy now. I thought I'd already looked in the big box, so I had assumed that the basket with the doily was out in the storage room; I felt bad because I hadn't found the darn thing yet, but I really didn't want to tackle going out in the storage room, because I had no idea of what box I was looking for.

Yesterday I tackled the closets here in the guest bedroom, and I ended up paying for them late last night, with sore shoulders and arms from lifting boxes up over my head. I took a hot shower and let the water beat down on me for a while, and then I took an ibuprofen along with my daily aspirin, but I was still feeling pretty abused. Jev had pity on me and massaged the sore places for a while, then I heated up one of my rice packs -- a flannel tube filled with instant rice... you zap it in the microwave for a couple minutes, and it provides moist (but not soggy) heat for your sore spots -- and crawled into bed. I think from now on, I'll leave the overhead lifting to Jev.

Oh, I meant to write an entry yesterday, about my experience with the mop head and the washing machine. I'll just put it this way: Betty Crocker I am not; just because a mop head detaches from the handle, and it really looks like it could use a bath in bleach water, that doesn't mean that string mops and washers are a good mix. I spent a good long while untangling the mess that ensued.... I'm just glad the mop head didn't get wrapped around the agitator. Yesterday should have been Monday, I swear! *wink*