Feeling Kinda Blah

Spellcheck still isn't working right and I don't feel like proofreading. Sorry.

I'm having one of those "blah" mornings. It's overcast outside and chilly inside. We ended up not giong to Clovis yesterday, so we're at home for the long weekend. On our way to Santa Fe yesterday morning for my haircut before going on to Clovis, Julie threw up. Not once, not even twice, but several times. It was lovely. We turned around, I called the salon and rescheduled, and we came home. She had a fever yesterday and didn't throw up any more, but she's not on her game, so to speak. She's still cranky and clingy. Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that we didn't let her eat more than pretzels, toast, and Sprite. She might be a tiny bit hungry.

Anyway - we're here. I have ideas of actually being productive this weekend - cleaning kids' rooms, pruning trees - but I don't have any desire to follow through. I need to just power through my lack of desire and do something. I know it will make me feel good. Like last night - I don't have a membership to the YMCA any more, but I saw that they have Friday night happy hours from 5-9. Three bucks gets you in and you can use the facility. So I did. I did an exercise bike for 25 minutes and an elliptical machine for 35. Maybe I can start doing this on Friday nights. But this morning my butt muscles are sore. Oh well.

Did I mention that I got back my first assignment for my writing course? My instructor liked my piece and only had me delete 5 words! There were some comma-type corrections, but nothing more to the actual substance of the work. How cool is that? Now I'm working on the next assignment. It's supposed to be a fiction piece. Yikes. Fiction. That's tough. But I'm about 2/3 done with my first draft of it. I've done the beginning and the end but need to flush out the middle more. Maybe I should do that before I clean or prune. Get one success under my belt before I tackle the rest.

I don't really have much more to say - not that I've said anything earth-shattering to this point. I cleaned the furniture last night before bed. There were snot marks everywhere. The couches and chair look much better this morning snot-free. So I did something productive last night. Then I ate chocolate. Too much chocolate. As I was laying there on the floor (because the furniture was all damp with cleaner) I realized that before this lifestyle change I'm making, I wouldn't have thought twice about the chocolate as I was scarfing it down. I wouldn't have counted how many I ate and I certainly wouldn't have known how many calories or fat I was consuming. I would have felt guilt later and would have tried to cover up that guilt with more chocolate. But now, knowing all those things, I really didn't enjoy the chocolate as I was eating it. Funny. And I certainly won't eat more chocolate to try to cover up how un-fun eating the first chocolate was. Make sense?

Anyway, since I'm grasping at straws for things to write about, I'll sign off. I think I need to get our traditional Saturday morning breakfast of cinnamon rolls in the oven. We bought some that have pink frosting for V-day. Audrey picked them out. Big surprise, right? Audrey choosing food based solely on color.