Playing catch-up
There are times I don’t write because I have too much going on, other times, too little. And sometimes, I feel like I don’t have anything to say that doesn’t sound like complaining, so I consider the the words of that great philosopher (I believe it was Thumper), who said, “If you can’t say somethin’ nice, don’t say anything at all.”
The house situation is behind us–sort of. We ended up renting the house to a very nice woman named Reba who will live there with her daughter and nieces (and a Pug). Although it definitely wasn’t what I hoped would happen, they seem like great people and hopefully, it’ll work out. Financially, though, it’s not the solution we needed. Selling it would’ve made everything so much easier. I need easier for a while.
Health-wise, I’m not having the best time of it lately. My heart’s been beating too fast and they don’ t know why. I went for a stress test on Friday and have to go back for two more heart tests next week. I’m on a medication that’s slowing it down, so I’m feeling considerably better and more energetic than I have for a while, but I’m not as clear-headed. This is my busiest time of year at work and I need to be more on the ball than I feel like I am. It’s frustrating.
Complain, complain. Sheesh. I hate being this way. If I keep this up, they’re going to rename my blog “Whinegirl.”
