Tuesday, January 20, 2015
It's been so gloomy weather wise that I thought this gif would be cheery. Besides, who am I to pass up a Janis quote ? She was a hell of a lot smarter than people gave her credit for, bad life choices aside.
I felt bad for the hubs last week . He had some time on the books at the end of the year and he could take a certain portion ....so he did.....and spent the entire week at home sick as hell. Congestion, cough achiness the whole package. So there he was with his soup while I was at work ...like I said , I felt bad..up to a point.....and then I got run down...brilliant move on my part.
Now , in my defense , I really do love the old fart, but....the coughing all night kept me up even with him being across the hall in his room.
Ok....this is how this works at Casa de Swamp..we have separate bedrooms and have for quite a long time.
WE BOTH SNORE.
There , I actually own it.
I am a light sleeper .
I can hear Gracie with out her bell and collar.
He sleeps like the dead .
In order for me to get any sleep at all, he is in the guest room...commonly known as his room. This has nothing to do with the state of our marriage thank you very much, it is simply a need to get some sleep. We both work 10 hour days and I am not a napper per se. If I can manage a nap on any given Sunday , I am overjoyed, If I go to bed too early, I wake up at 3 a.m.
Unless like tonight and most of the week I suspect, I will be crashing early.....my sinuses are in overdrive. Between the furnace because it's been cold and me being unable to sleep in an overly warm house, I am pretty much screwed . I felt bad enough Saturday to postpone my nail/facial appointment to this coming Saturday and slept until 2:30 Saturday afternoon, re-chrashing at about 6:30.
I am not one prone to making New Year's resolutions. I , for myself believe that they are an exercise in self defeat. It's almost impossible for most people and by this I mean me to be consistent in drastic changes. Hella yeah , we /I mean well but after a week..two tops...I just shrug and go " F dat" . Not really the brightest thing to do but I am honest about it.
I am more at the point at the approaching age of 60 ( egad) of actively listening to what my body is saying without arguing about it with myself.
Yeah, me and the little voices in my head are a fun bunch.
Don't be all judge-y the above border line bad taste comment above. I was married to a paranoid schizophrenic and survived ...so yeah, I am allowed some sick humor now and then .
I'm just run down enough to realize my pillow and my water bed are calling my name.
The weather was 77 degrees today finally with some sun and then it's gonna drop down to the 40's again for a few days..which means Gracie will be po'd about no Mommy and me time on the deck and I will fight the crud.
" LONG LIVE THE FIGHTERS ! "
Aunty Pol .