Apparently, Ron's mood has improved. The couple of phone conversations we had during the day were nice and positive and he came home from school last night in a jolly good mood. Jolly jolly good. No attitude, no exhaustion and no fire behind the eyes. Such a relief. I hate to see him unhappy. He's so cute when he's his happy self. Aren't we all? Yea, 'cause he's told me the same thing. Oh yea, he was also feeling a little creative yesterday. I came home to the bed made like this...
Beautiful job, my dear. Nice Mexican blanket frame. Pillows tossed here and there. Tiger print blanket centered nicely. I wish I could have gotten the whole thing in. This is the best shot I could get. I just love it when he gets creative with the bed making. I've come home more than once to my pillows and stuffed animals arranged in different configurations. Yea. We're weird. It's great.
'Kay, so enough about the Ron poop. I've been stressing this week (fuck, what else is new I know) and my neck is very stiff. The base of my skull is sore. I'm going to have to use the heat pad tonight to loosen it up. OUCH. Me and my nerves don't get along. Vodka is the mediator. Vodka and a long hot bath. That sounds like a good way to kick off Operation Re-fucking-lax Before You Kill Yourself.
Speaking of relaxing, I've been keeping up pretty well with jogging three times per week. Exercise is about the only good thing I do for myself. Funny how I'll jog a few miles per week, all the while smoking a few cigarettes per day. I know I should quit. I KNOW. I've been smoking for a few years now and it hasn't gotten to a pack a day or anything. Yea, spoken like a true addict. ANYway...I think jogging has kept me from smoking too much. Sometimes I don't smoke at all on the days I exercise. Isn't that good? Pfft... But yea, I've been trying to push myself a little harder during workouts because afterwards I feel so relaxed. There's nothing like a grueling jog and then a hot shower. And then a cigarette. HA! Just kidding. Maybe...
So yesterday I pushed myself really hard. I took the hilly route near my house. I'm jogging along at my usual slow and steady pace and out of the corner of my eye I see another jogger. OH SHIT! Here comes the competitor in me! ACK! I gotta keep up with her! Wait, she's kinda heavy looking, why is she going so fast??! UGHGHG...PUSH! GET PAST HER! *puff* *puff* *puff* *puff* Ahhh, I made it...but she's keeping up! Gotta...keep...GOING. I managed six blocks at running pace. Now folks, I don't RUN. I JOG. There's a big difference. Especially to a hypocrite like me. I turned down a street so the competitor would be gone and I could go back to my slugs pace so my lungs wouldn't come outta my nose. When I got home my legs felt like lead. I was exhausted. But it felt GOOD. I'm gonna try to make it a point to work it for part of my routine. Start out walking, get warmed up, jog jog jog and then RUN like a bat outta hell for a few blocks. Then jog jog RUN jog RUN. Might work. Might not. Eh, gotta earn those ciggies.
Alright, back to work for me. Here is a link to last year when I was bitching about my computer and a few other things...
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