Not Nice, Mice

As noted last weekend (if we’re friends on FB, as noted last weekend; if not, then it’s news to youse!), I went back to the broken-into storage unit today to (a) see if I could clean up enough of the mouse mischief to (b) determine if anything was actually stolen.

If mentions of mouse poop are not your thing, feel free to skip this entry…

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Bucket

I started my usual walking-update post on FB this evening. For those of you not on FB or not friended/following me there, today’s info was:

Walk? Yep.

Distance? 1.6-mile loop, flat.

Time? 31 minutes.

And then I emailed my manager and direct supervisor and said I wouldn’t be in today–woke up sweating like I’d already taken my walk and feeling like last night’s dinner was contemplating a…return appearance, let’s say.

I think it was my body’s way of enabling a mental-health day. Because last night’s coaching call dredged up rather more than I was expecting.

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Dream Oddities

The first thing you should know is that I rarely remember my dreams. No idea why–I assume I dream with the same general frequency as other humans–but unless I happen to wake up at the right time, my sleep might as well have been as empty as a TV turned to a dead channel.

I think I stole that simile from Neil Gaiman. Or is it a metaphor? I dunno, but I never metaphor I didn’t like.

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366 Days of Gratitude and Good Things: Day 107

When I was out and about over the weekend to get my hair done (looks AWESOME, by the way — my stylist ROCKS), I took with me a notebook I hadn’t opened in ages. I used it a bit for journaling (or trying to get into the habit of) for a year or so before things blew up, general note-taking a time or two at the Job That Unceremoniously Ended Without Notice, and once things had in fact blown up, I used it a lot during the writers’ group at the women’s day shelter where I spent a lot of my time.

I miss that group.

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