Disappointment

I am SO very disappointed that mah jongg got canceled for tomorrow night. I really needed that diversion, some fun. Knowing me, I won't even try to find someone else to spend the evening with, something else to do, I'll just get work done and mope a little.

At least I will get a new bottle of wine and maybe something for dessert. I'll make pasta with shrimp and whatever...spinach, maybe. Garlic, of course. Maybe fresh dill and/or basil.

I'm still disappointed.

A good day

Not even sure why I feel like this was a good day...but I do. I did a little tai chi. Not as much as I'd hoped to, but I couldn't find the sheets with the list of the moves and that slowed me down a lot, as the DVD isn't as helpful as I'd like. So I did "24" and a little bit of "37" and I'll do more on Sunday, in class.

I got some shopping done, that was good. I got some work done, including finishing billing. Endured an endless phone call from my mother's friends, who are being "helpful"--really, truly helpful in some ways and possibly not in others, but I'm up here and they're down there and I figure let them do whatever, I can't help it. My biggest concern is what may have been done to the laptop, but there's nothing I can do about it from up here.

I'm also concerned about the increasing strength of vibrations I keep feeling. It used to be only at night, occasionally I'd feel the floor tremble and it was probably the work train going through. But now I seem to feel these vibrations much more strongly and much more frequently. I wonder if all the snow and ice did something to the foundation of the building. Which seems crazy now that I write it out, so I'm probably wrong.

Heard from Spike's vet tonight that his blood work is fine and he's cleared for dental work. Now I just have to find the right time to get this done. I also have to make definite plans to go back to Florida. End of March, I may have just gotten to where I've caught up on everything that got dropped on the last trip.

But that's: the future. Today, still, was a good day. I'm going to go to bed now.

Not reading that

There's lots of things I don't want to read these days, but topping the list may well be articles that talk about how being with a loved one, preferably having sex with them on a regular basis, will prolong one's life and make it a meaningful one in the bargain and the converse, that not having a mate will shorten one's life and make you miserable.

So I'm not looking forward to having to decide whether or not to read the piece in this coming Sunday's NY Times Magazine titled: Does Loneliness Reduce the Benefits of Exercise?

It's not like I'm getting enough exercise these days, although I'm making progress. But to think it's going to benefit me less because I don't have anyone to share my life with? Well, gee, thanks, Universe, for making me feel even worse about being alone.

It's not like that's going to change anytime soon...or, really, ever. If I ever have sex again, I will be very much surprised. To be honest, I'm okay with that. Which some might think is sad, but being post-menopausal has its benefits. Not many, but a drastically reduced sex drive is certainly one of them. Sure, the argument could be made that, if I weren't alone and I was, ahem, being intimate with someone else, then maybe the urge wouldn't have diminished quite so much. But we'll never know, will we?