Why, NO, I didn't need more than 3.5 hours of sleep!

Ack. Well, that's how well the Advil worked. NOT. So I was up around 6:30 and finally stumbled out of bed at 7:14. It was pouring rain out and I was ecstatic. I want all that blizzardy snow gone, gone, gone.

After brekkie I went up to John's place and played Auntie Helenka to his three cats. Imagine that. I actually saw the third cat twice. So I sat on the couch for half an hour and babbled to them and petted the two sisters. I also closed all his windows (rain, you know, and cold) and turned on the dining room light.

Back home, I put up the fireplace garland and decorated it in ... wait for it ... minimalist fashion! Well, minimalist for me which is still very sparse. I dusted the tallboy in the bedroom and put lots and lots of candles in front of the mirror on it. Also continued to add to the recycling pile. I finally pulled out some of my seasonal CDs and listened to Josh Groban and Clay Aiken. For some reason I couldn't find the Il Divo one, even though I was certain I'd bought it. Le sigh.

John phoned upon his return and was grateful that I'd looked in on the cats. He'll be a dear and take out my recycling tomorrow. And M and I talked a few times, once about a possible vacation. Vacation? What's that. I know not the word.

I also did some letting go. I have a candle from a relationship over a dozen years ago. The candle represents something we never were. So I began to burn it and will be thoroughly relieved when it has completed being transformed into light and heat. I think I'll finish it tomorrow.

And that's all she wrote (except for the wonderful dialogue in my head when I couldn't sleep last night). Hope you're all okay, fine, no really, good.

Accepting hugs,
H.

Why, NO, I didn't need more than 3.5 hours of sleep!

Ack. Well, that's how well the Advil worked. NOT. So I was up around 6:30 and finally stumbled out of bed at 7:14. It was pouring rain out and I was ecstatic. I want all that blizzardy snow gone, gone, gone.

After brekkie I went up to John's place and played Auntie Helenka to his three cats. Imagine that. I actually saw the third cat twice. So I sat on the couch for half an hour and babbled to them and petted the two sisters. I also closed all his windows (rain, you know, and cold) and turned on the dining room light.

Back home, I put up the fireplace garland and decorated it in ... wait for it ... minimalist fashion! Well, minimalist for me which is still very sparse. I dusted the tallboy in the bedroom and put lots and lots of candles in front of the mirror on it. Also continued to add to the recycling pile. I finally pulled out some of my seasonal CDs and listened to Josh Groban and Clay Aiken. For some reason I couldn't find the Il Divo one, even though I was certain I'd bought it. Le sigh.

John phoned upon his return and was grateful that I'd looked in on the cats. He'll be a dear and take out my recycling tomorrow. And M and I talked a few times, once about a possible vacation. Vacation? What's that. I know not the word.

I also did some letting go. I have a candle from a relationship over a dozen years ago. The candle represents something we never were. So I began to burn it and will be thoroughly relieved when it has completed being transformed into light and heat. I think I'll finish it tomorrow.

And that's all she wrote (except for the wonderful dialogue in my head when I couldn't sleep last night). Hope you're all okay, fine, no really, good.

Accepting hugs,
H.