A week ago yesterday, so Oct. 3rd, I was talking with a friend and she asked me how I was doing without a cat. I said okay, really, I was all right without one for the time being, that maybe there would be a new one in my future--in fact, probably there would be, but not anytime soon, not least because I couldn't afford one just yet. And I wasn't ready emotionally for a new cat.
After the call, I was looking for something in my file cabinet and I found Smartie's "cat file", the one with all his old vet bills. Been looking for it for quite a while and there it was, right where it belonged. I started looking through it, looked at the oldest bill from the Animal Medical Center, where Bill used to take him before I got him and we started going to Animal Kind. It was from April 1991. And he was 9 months old at the time. Which means that Smartie was actually 18 years old, not 17 or 17.5.
Okay, it still hurts now, just typing that out. So you can imagine how I was leafing through that old folder. I called my friend back, crying and her husband answered and I had to tell him why I was crying--that I was okay with not having a cat anymore, but I was still not okay not having Smartie.
Here's where the Universe comes into it.
The very next morning, I noticed a small round dust bunny sitting in my living room where I hadn't noticed one before. It was before I'd had my coffee, so I emailed a friend and told them that I either had a new dust bunny or I had a mouse and I really wasn't sure which it was. A few minutes later, I heard a small noise and the dust bunny had disappeared. I called my friend and said that I was pretty sure I was going to need a good mouse removal service and he volunteered.
But first, I decided, I was going to check out the folks who have cats for adoption or--and here's the key--fostering outside the supermarket when the weather's nice. Sure enough, they had a lot of kittens...and one adult kitty. His name was Melvin.
Now, let's leave aside for a moment that I don't think there's a cat alive who should be named Melvin (although a friend on Echo had one who was a great companion for many years, RIP), but believe me when I say that this cat is no Melvin. He could almost be called Boing-Boing, but I decided that Spike is more appropriate and he does seem to like it.
Because, yes, I'm fostering Spike. That's all, fostering. No, I mean it, really! I still can't afford him and he's got some very annoying habits and I ... can't stand the idea that he'll go back to the shelter and get put in a cage until he finds a home. Plus, I need him here until the renovations are done downstairs for mouse deterrence purposes. Or mouse-catching purposes, but I really hope not. Spike definitely strikes me as the type who would leave a dead mouse for me on my pillow in the middle of the night.
But, anyway, after the renovations...we'll see. Anything could happen, right? Becuase the Universe works in mysterious ways.
P.S. The mouse? Oh, it reappeared that afternoon before the cat was delivered and I captured it under a plastic Halloween bucket I happened to have and then I called my friend, the Mouse Remover, and he came and took it out of here. He said it was mostly dead by the time he looked, but maybe it revived once he got it outside. Whatever. This may make me a bad person, but I figure, if it's outside, I'll leave it alone. Once it's inside my apartment, it's fair game.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
What I think
Okay, so this blog is all what I think. Titles are just not my forte.
Anyway, about this economic mess we're in. There's so much blather about it all and it's so very hard to parse. And I'm hearing/seeing both sides, which, by the way, seem rather extremely far apart.
There's the part that's saying, Oh, my god, we're going to die, the financial system is going under, it's going to break, if we don't get $700 billion RIGHT NOW. The American public just doesn't understand what this means.
Well, yeah, the thing is, the American public, in general, doesn't really understand what it means, because, as the folks saying the above also know, the financial system today is extremely complex and there's few people that do really understand it all. Almost none of them, by the way, are in Congress.
But here's what the American public does know. It knows that no one offered them a bailout when they needed it. When millions of American homeowners couldn't pay their mortgages, nobody offered them a hand. If they had, would the financial institutions, particularly the ones we just lost, be in the mess they are in today? Would the financial system of the country, never mind the world, be in such a precarious position? Of course not. Would it have cost $700 billion? I doubt it.
Anyway, about this economic mess we're in. There's so much blather about it all and it's so very hard to parse. And I'm hearing/seeing both sides, which, by the way, seem rather extremely far apart.
There's the part that's saying, Oh, my god, we're going to die, the financial system is going under, it's going to break, if we don't get $700 billion RIGHT NOW. The American public just doesn't understand what this means.
Well, yeah, the thing is, the American public, in general, doesn't really understand what it means, because, as the folks saying the above also know, the financial system today is extremely complex and there's few people that do really understand it all. Almost none of them, by the way, are in Congress.
But here's what the American public does know. It knows that no one offered them a bailout when they needed it. When millions of American homeowners couldn't pay their mortgages, nobody offered them a hand. If they had, would the financial institutions, particularly the ones we just lost, be in the mess they are in today? Would the financial system of the country, never mind the world, be in such a precarious position? Of course not. Would it have cost $700 billion? I doubt it.
Monday, September 29, 2008
More to come
Yes, well, I did promise that, didn't I?
It's late, I'm tired, I have a tiny bit of wine in me (the last of the bottle, not even a full glass), but it's past time for me to write about how much I miss both of them--my cat and my father. In pretty much that order.
Except that's not what I want to write about. I do have to keep reminding myself that it's only been a few months since Smartie...and then two months since my father. I think I'm a fairly optimistic person, but I'm finding my usual defense of being in denial is not helping as much as usual. I'm horrified at the world I find myself living in, especially this country. I can't begin to describe how much I hate W. He's failed at everything he attempted to run before this and now he's run America into the ground, too. Sure, he's had help, but a different Fed chief, a different Treasury secretary, the financial idiocy of the last few years could have been avoided--for all I know, of course. And those are his men. Or Cheney's. Again, for all I know, which I don't. I'm just guessing. And that's just the financial mess. Our standing in the world as a nation is sullied, our men and women wasted in Iraq, the country's infrastructure ignored, the environment attacked...
But no sense crying over spilt milk, right? So that leaves the election in November to worry about. I'm torn between mobilizing to do everything I can for Obama and just trying to keep my head under the covers and hoping that it will work out and the Repuglicans won't steal it...again. As we get closer to the election, I am starting to divide my attention between watching The West Wing on DVD and thinking about ways I can give my time and money to Obama. This man on whom I pin so much hope and I really know very little about him. I can't bring myself to read all the news articles, watch all the shows that people I know post links to. It's so overwhelming.
And I want Smartie back. Since I can't have him, I want a "new" cat (probably a "pre-owned" cat). I can't afford it yet. And I don't know if I'll be moving next year or not--I simply can't think that far ahead. Part of me doesn't want to go through the upheaval of a move, not to mention that I can't imagine where I could go that I could afford. But I think at this point I'm not going to wait before getting a new cat. Soon as I finish paying off the old vet bills and for my website and for what I'm spending at the Obama fundraiser on Wednesday night, I'm going to start looking around. Maybe December. A Hanukah kitty.
Having said that, I'm enjoying not having the responsibility of another being. And also having the apartment getting to be in better shape all the time. I wish I was a better cleaner, though. I suppose I should get a cleaning person in here again--or let Mathew do it, I think he wants to, he keeps hinting at it. But I feel odd letting him do it and, since I've found I can handle doing it again (healthwise, I mean), I really should do it myself. I just really suck at it, plus there's so much else that I want/need to do with my time and energy. And, yeah, money.
Trying also to let go of stuff. I mean, you know, "Stuff". The apartment is so damn cluttered, which makes it even more difficult to clean. I'd like to have an unmessy, uncluttered place so I could move around.
And trying not to be depressed. It's not depression, at least not yet. I still walk around, get things done, see the bright side of things, laugh at myself more often than not. I'm still a pretty positive person, overall. Just not these days, not so much. Or, not as much as usual.
But, hey, I got here and I've posted. That's something, right?
It's late, I'm tired, I have a tiny bit of wine in me (the last of the bottle, not even a full glass), but it's past time for me to write about how much I miss both of them--my cat and my father. In pretty much that order.
Except that's not what I want to write about. I do have to keep reminding myself that it's only been a few months since Smartie...and then two months since my father. I think I'm a fairly optimistic person, but I'm finding my usual defense of being in denial is not helping as much as usual. I'm horrified at the world I find myself living in, especially this country. I can't begin to describe how much I hate W. He's failed at everything he attempted to run before this and now he's run America into the ground, too. Sure, he's had help, but a different Fed chief, a different Treasury secretary, the financial idiocy of the last few years could have been avoided--for all I know, of course. And those are his men. Or Cheney's. Again, for all I know, which I don't. I'm just guessing. And that's just the financial mess. Our standing in the world as a nation is sullied, our men and women wasted in Iraq, the country's infrastructure ignored, the environment attacked...
But no sense crying over spilt milk, right? So that leaves the election in November to worry about. I'm torn between mobilizing to do everything I can for Obama and just trying to keep my head under the covers and hoping that it will work out and the Repuglicans won't steal it...again. As we get closer to the election, I am starting to divide my attention between watching The West Wing on DVD and thinking about ways I can give my time and money to Obama. This man on whom I pin so much hope and I really know very little about him. I can't bring myself to read all the news articles, watch all the shows that people I know post links to. It's so overwhelming.
And I want Smartie back. Since I can't have him, I want a "new" cat (probably a "pre-owned" cat). I can't afford it yet. And I don't know if I'll be moving next year or not--I simply can't think that far ahead. Part of me doesn't want to go through the upheaval of a move, not to mention that I can't imagine where I could go that I could afford. But I think at this point I'm not going to wait before getting a new cat. Soon as I finish paying off the old vet bills and for my website and for what I'm spending at the Obama fundraiser on Wednesday night, I'm going to start looking around. Maybe December. A Hanukah kitty.
Having said that, I'm enjoying not having the responsibility of another being. And also having the apartment getting to be in better shape all the time. I wish I was a better cleaner, though. I suppose I should get a cleaning person in here again--or let Mathew do it, I think he wants to, he keeps hinting at it. But I feel odd letting him do it and, since I've found I can handle doing it again (healthwise, I mean), I really should do it myself. I just really suck at it, plus there's so much else that I want/need to do with my time and energy. And, yeah, money.
Trying also to let go of stuff. I mean, you know, "Stuff". The apartment is so damn cluttered, which makes it even more difficult to clean. I'd like to have an unmessy, uncluttered place so I could move around.
And trying not to be depressed. It's not depression, at least not yet. I still walk around, get things done, see the bright side of things, laugh at myself more often than not. I'm still a pretty positive person, overall. Just not these days, not so much. Or, not as much as usual.
But, hey, I got here and I've posted. That's something, right?
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Just keep going
So I just reread a bit of my last post and it made me cry--not that I haven't still been doing that, months later. I guess I need to keep reminding myself that it's been less than 3 months since he's been gone, but I keep getting reminders of his loss.
And, in the meanwhile, my father died at the end of July. I didn't grow up with him, he was a man I didn't really know. And yet I grieved at his death enormously. There was a woman at the viewing who told me she'd known him for 16 years and that made me cry, because she'd known him so much longer than I had.
Okay, client just called, I have to go deal with work. More to come...
And, in the meanwhile, my father died at the end of July. I didn't grow up with him, he was a man I didn't really know. And yet I grieved at his death enormously. There was a woman at the viewing who told me she'd known him for 16 years and that made me cry, because she'd known him so much longer than I had.
Okay, client just called, I have to go deal with work. More to come...
Saturday, July 19, 2008
It doesn't stop
When I logged off after the last post, I thought, damn, that's a self-involved post. Wasn't so much about my dear, sweet cat as it was about me and my reactions to his loss. I felt..selfish. Weird, huh?
Here's some more: I'm still occasionally losing it over his loss. It seems a mixture of things. Sometimes it's just about "LOSS" in big, block letters. It almost has nothing to do with him, except, of course, he's the one who's gone. It could just be about intense loneliness. But it also seems in those times that he's there, underneath the pain, I'm just not dealing with that part of it.
And then there's just a little while ago. I hadn't vacuumed the place since a couple of weeks before he was gone, because I didn't want to disturb him. He was so sick and I just couldn't bring myself to do something that might wake him or upset him. And I hadn't done it before today because I didn't want to clean up "him". Well, apparently I still wasn't ready for that. I decided I'd just do the hallway and the bathroom and maybe a little bit of the kitchen or the office. I started sobbing in the bathroom, because I was cleaning up what was left of his litter. But I managed to finish in there, best I could--what's a little cry, right?
Then I got to the end of the hall, where there was a clump of black cat hair. I did it, I sucked it up--and then I turned off the vacuum cleaner. So much for cleaning. Took me half an hour to stop crying. It's actually the worst crying jag I've had since I picked up his ashes.
So yeah, more about me. Here's what I can't confront, although sometimes it just comes up and smacks me in the face--he was a special cat. He had such a personality! There's so much food I still can't eat and so much more I'm eating, but crying, because he would have been right there, waiting for his piece of what I was eating or drinking. And, even though this should have made him less lovable, the way he would shrug off my attempts at cuddling--except towards the end, when he welcomed it, or seemed to. Which is, oddly, how I knew he was ready to go.
I can't even type more now about him. But the pain is too sharp, still. I guess I'll have to get someone in to clean the house. I'm just too broke right now.
I WANT MY CAT BACK. Please, oh, please, Universe, make it all be a bad dream. Turn back the clock and let me change my mind. Let me have him back..
Here's some more: I'm still occasionally losing it over his loss. It seems a mixture of things. Sometimes it's just about "LOSS" in big, block letters. It almost has nothing to do with him, except, of course, he's the one who's gone. It could just be about intense loneliness. But it also seems in those times that he's there, underneath the pain, I'm just not dealing with that part of it.
And then there's just a little while ago. I hadn't vacuumed the place since a couple of weeks before he was gone, because I didn't want to disturb him. He was so sick and I just couldn't bring myself to do something that might wake him or upset him. And I hadn't done it before today because I didn't want to clean up "him". Well, apparently I still wasn't ready for that. I decided I'd just do the hallway and the bathroom and maybe a little bit of the kitchen or the office. I started sobbing in the bathroom, because I was cleaning up what was left of his litter. But I managed to finish in there, best I could--what's a little cry, right?
Then I got to the end of the hall, where there was a clump of black cat hair. I did it, I sucked it up--and then I turned off the vacuum cleaner. So much for cleaning. Took me half an hour to stop crying. It's actually the worst crying jag I've had since I picked up his ashes.
So yeah, more about me. Here's what I can't confront, although sometimes it just comes up and smacks me in the face--he was a special cat. He had such a personality! There's so much food I still can't eat and so much more I'm eating, but crying, because he would have been right there, waiting for his piece of what I was eating or drinking. And, even though this should have made him less lovable, the way he would shrug off my attempts at cuddling--except towards the end, when he welcomed it, or seemed to. Which is, oddly, how I knew he was ready to go.
I can't even type more now about him. But the pain is too sharp, still. I guess I'll have to get someone in to clean the house. I'm just too broke right now.
I WANT MY CAT BACK. Please, oh, please, Universe, make it all be a bad dream. Turn back the clock and let me change my mind. Let me have him back..
Friday, June 27, 2008
RIP Smartie
It's been over a week now. I know I still can't write much about him, but I was just trying to get to sleep and broke out in tears again. It's funny, I'm able to spend nearly an entire day now not thinking about him...okay, not crying about him all the time. And then, wham! Something brings it home to me and I'm not just crying, but out-and-out sobbing. I know this will abate eventually, it's just weird.
I miss him like hell. And he wasn't even my favorite cat! But I know I've been more upset about him than I will be about my mother, when that time comes. (Watch, she'll outlive me. But with any luck, she'll have forgotten who I am by then. This may sound callous, but seriously, this would not be unwelcome. But that's for another post.) Smartie was my companion for more than 14 years, not quite as long as Randy. I am really pissed off that he didn't give me one more year, at least. But I am grateful for the time I had with him. I wish both that I had let him go sooner and that I had waited some more to see if he would have gotten better, at least for a little while longer. But I think I read the signs right--he was ready to go. Or, if not ready, at least I didn't wait until he suffered any more than he already had. He had quite a life and so many people were touched by his passing than I would have thought. He was also quite a character. Okay, there's the waterspouts again.
Anyway, I came in to adjust my bio or whatever they call it, since I'm no longer a stereotypical spinster. I will probably get another cat...someday. I have to finish paying off this one's vet bills first. Though I did see a poster for a simply gorgeous red male kitty today...
Nah.
I miss him like hell. And he wasn't even my favorite cat! But I know I've been more upset about him than I will be about my mother, when that time comes. (Watch, she'll outlive me. But with any luck, she'll have forgotten who I am by then. This may sound callous, but seriously, this would not be unwelcome. But that's for another post.) Smartie was my companion for more than 14 years, not quite as long as Randy. I am really pissed off that he didn't give me one more year, at least. But I am grateful for the time I had with him. I wish both that I had let him go sooner and that I had waited some more to see if he would have gotten better, at least for a little while longer. But I think I read the signs right--he was ready to go. Or, if not ready, at least I didn't wait until he suffered any more than he already had. He had quite a life and so many people were touched by his passing than I would have thought. He was also quite a character. Okay, there's the waterspouts again.
Anyway, I came in to adjust my bio or whatever they call it, since I'm no longer a stereotypical spinster. I will probably get another cat...someday. I have to finish paying off this one's vet bills first. Though I did see a poster for a simply gorgeous red male kitty today...
Nah.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Gasp!
Wow, I'm here again! And it's still June!
Seriously, I'm too tired to write much now, but I just thought I'd pop in and say hi. I finally read the Times Magazine cover article by/about Emily Gould and I realized that, while I can't say that I identify with her, I do understand her. . . a little. There's this need to talk about oneself, have a conversation with a blog. Even though I know there's only maybe one person reading this besides myself (and I'm not even sure about her). Because, believe me, even as little as I blog here, I'm still doing more writing for this than almost anything else.
Other, that is, than my website, which is still not ready, but I think we're making progress. I suppose I'll link to it when I'm done. Maybe.
Anyway, I have to medicate the cat in a little while. Talk about a rollercoaster! Turns out I was overdosing him on pain meds, so he was at what seemed like death's door--and perhaps he was. I'm sure there's more to come with him, but I am a lot more hopeful than I was, say, 36 hours ago. At least I've stopped crying.
I'll be back.
Seriously, I'm too tired to write much now, but I just thought I'd pop in and say hi. I finally read the Times Magazine cover article by/about Emily Gould and I realized that, while I can't say that I identify with her, I do understand her. . . a little. There's this need to talk about oneself, have a conversation with a blog. Even though I know there's only maybe one person reading this besides myself (and I'm not even sure about her). Because, believe me, even as little as I blog here, I'm still doing more writing for this than almost anything else.
Other, that is, than my website, which is still not ready, but I think we're making progress. I suppose I'll link to it when I'm done. Maybe.
Anyway, I have to medicate the cat in a little while. Talk about a rollercoaster! Turns out I was overdosing him on pain meds, so he was at what seemed like death's door--and perhaps he was. I'm sure there's more to come with him, but I am a lot more hopeful than I was, say, 36 hours ago. At least I've stopped crying.
I'll be back.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
June 1st
I guess it's time for my semi-annual blog post. That's how often I seem to get myself in here, at any rate.
So much has gone on, is going on. I am really loving life today. That's today. A few days ago, I was a complete nervous wreck because my cat was sick. A visit to the vet and several hundred dollars later, he's on good meds and he's nearly back to normal. Including being a PIA, of course--but today, I love this!
Beautiful day out today and I got to go out twice! (Second time was to pick up fabulously expensive meds for said cat.) Tomorrow night I'm having dinner with a friend, a less-rare treat than it used to be, though I worry that this friend and her husband may get tired of me.
I'm not going to say that I'm going to blog again soon (that's a verb now, right? Oy...), because ya just never know what's going to happen next. But I'm starting to make progress on a couple of other things by deciding to spend a few minutes on one thing, then a few minutes on something else...in-between work, of course. There's so much to do, but if I keep at it this way, I'll get through it all.
One thing I'll mention before I close is that I started the process of getting a new website. I hired a friend with whom I play mah jongg and I really like what she's shown me so far--I just have to get her more content so she can get it all together when she's ready. I am making progress on that! I can't wait to see it all up and everything. And I'm trying not to panic about the launch of my second business, about which I've done almost nothing. I'm still not sure what to charge people. And I'm concerned that the profit margin for this is so incredibly low that it may not be worth it to run. But I'm willing to learn.
So, that's it for now. If I'm not back in a day or two or three, then I hope it's less than six months.
So much has gone on, is going on. I am really loving life today. That's today. A few days ago, I was a complete nervous wreck because my cat was sick. A visit to the vet and several hundred dollars later, he's on good meds and he's nearly back to normal. Including being a PIA, of course--but today, I love this!
Beautiful day out today and I got to go out twice! (Second time was to pick up fabulously expensive meds for said cat.) Tomorrow night I'm having dinner with a friend, a less-rare treat than it used to be, though I worry that this friend and her husband may get tired of me.
I'm not going to say that I'm going to blog again soon (that's a verb now, right? Oy...), because ya just never know what's going to happen next. But I'm starting to make progress on a couple of other things by deciding to spend a few minutes on one thing, then a few minutes on something else...in-between work, of course. There's so much to do, but if I keep at it this way, I'll get through it all.
One thing I'll mention before I close is that I started the process of getting a new website. I hired a friend with whom I play mah jongg and I really like what she's shown me so far--I just have to get her more content so she can get it all together when she's ready. I am making progress on that! I can't wait to see it all up and everything. And I'm trying not to panic about the launch of my second business, about which I've done almost nothing. I'm still not sure what to charge people. And I'm concerned that the profit margin for this is so incredibly low that it may not be worth it to run. But I'm willing to learn.
So, that's it for now. If I'm not back in a day or two or three, then I hope it's less than six months.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Quick one
I'm waiting for my new assistant (his fourth visit!!!!) to show up. He's a bit late, due to Sunday subway weirdnesses, but he emailed me from his Blackberry (okay, my assistant has a Blackberry, but I don't...? Oh, well.) I should mention that I just love this guy, we get along great and he's so incredibly organized and we're actually making progress.
I got some sleep last night, although still not as much as I'd like (thanks, Smartie), but I definitely feel better today. Oh, the sun just came out from behind some clouds and it looks so pretty outside the window. Sky blue sky--it's just that color--and small white clouds and sunlight. If/when I move, I hope I get a nice view out my window like this one. I like being able to see trees and sky.
There's the Fabulous Assistant now.
I got some sleep last night, although still not as much as I'd like (thanks, Smartie), but I definitely feel better today. Oh, the sun just came out from behind some clouds and it looks so pretty outside the window. Sky blue sky--it's just that color--and small white clouds and sunlight. If/when I move, I hope I get a nice view out my window like this one. I like being able to see trees and sky.
There's the Fabulous Assistant now.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Wow
Has it really been since August that I last posted here? Wow. Shame on me.
Look, I'm not going to promise to improve, that'd just be wasted letters. We'll just see what happens, like always. I'm here now, can't that be enough? (Damn, doesn't that just sound like something some can't-commit-type guy would say? But then, I've certainly been a can't-commit-type gal, so.)
Anyway, I'm having a glass of wine and telling Smartie we'll have milk (yes, "we") in a little while. But I need to unwind, I've spent the last couple of nights not getting anywhere near enough sleep and that's partly due to brain racing and I don't even know who won. (Yuk, yuk.) (Okay, so you can tell I'm sleep deprived, right?)
What have been doing since August, you ask? The only major thing I did was take a 10-day trip to visit friends in San Diego, a trip I couldn't really afford, but that I also couldn't afford not to take. By the time I left, I was a blithering basket case. And I didn't do a lot of resting while I was gone--in fact, I didn't even leave my business in someone else's care, I ran it myself from California. Which didn't work as well as I might have hoped, there were definitely some glitches, but it all worked out eventually. But I came back rested and relaxed and with some semblance of sanity, which is what one needs from a vacation, right?
I did, however, put back on a couple or maybe even a few pounds that I'd taken off up until that point. But I've already taken them off again and maybe then some. I still have a ways to go, but it's certainly more than 12 pounds already. I'll say 15, because I like the sound of that. But I don't own a scale, so I have no idea, I just go by what my clothes are saying.
Since I was just about to make a comment about talking clothes, I think now's the time to wrap this up and say good night.
Good night, Gracie.
Look, I'm not going to promise to improve, that'd just be wasted letters. We'll just see what happens, like always. I'm here now, can't that be enough? (Damn, doesn't that just sound like something some can't-commit-type guy would say? But then, I've certainly been a can't-commit-type gal, so.)
Anyway, I'm having a glass of wine and telling Smartie we'll have milk (yes, "we") in a little while. But I need to unwind, I've spent the last couple of nights not getting anywhere near enough sleep and that's partly due to brain racing and I don't even know who won. (Yuk, yuk.) (Okay, so you can tell I'm sleep deprived, right?)
What have been doing since August, you ask? The only major thing I did was take a 10-day trip to visit friends in San Diego, a trip I couldn't really afford, but that I also couldn't afford not to take. By the time I left, I was a blithering basket case. And I didn't do a lot of resting while I was gone--in fact, I didn't even leave my business in someone else's care, I ran it myself from California. Which didn't work as well as I might have hoped, there were definitely some glitches, but it all worked out eventually. But I came back rested and relaxed and with some semblance of sanity, which is what one needs from a vacation, right?
I did, however, put back on a couple or maybe even a few pounds that I'd taken off up until that point. But I've already taken them off again and maybe then some. I still have a ways to go, but it's certainly more than 12 pounds already. I'll say 15, because I like the sound of that. But I don't own a scale, so I have no idea, I just go by what my clothes are saying.
Since I was just about to make a comment about talking clothes, I think now's the time to wrap this up and say good night.
Good night, Gracie.
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