Apparently my super power is being able to hear a cat puking from the other room while I am asleep and wearing ear plugs.
I’d like a new super power, please.
The bright side is I am awake early enough to write this post. You’re welcome?
The other day on FB I was tagged in this meme where I was given an age and I had to talk about what I was doing then. I inadvertently got 2 ages- 20 and 26. I could not for the life of me remember what the hell I was doing at either age. I knew that at 20 my father had just passed away and I was living at home going to a local community college. But 26? NO CLUE. It basically took five people, six including me, to piece together my life. (I was living on my own for the first time without a roommate, probably dating the homeless guy. Let’s not talk about it!)
My memory is shot. Can gingko biloba save it?
The carpet is pulled back and the pads have been sucked dry. There is a lingering mildew smell. The contractor comes out tomorrow. All parts are crossed that this is not a serious (re: expensive) problem. We googled more information about the problem and it turns out that’s really helpful if you want to increase your freaking out.
The rains are returning today and we are watchful and nervous.
If this can’t get fixed soon and/or it breaks the bank, our holiday housewarming party is going to have to be postponed.
I go to my gyno oncologist in 14 days for my first pap post- surgeries. Not that I am counting the days. Not that I am nervous for the results. Not that I am lying about not counting and being nervous.
Will we be cleared to try to get pregnant or will we have to face the harsh reality – that option does not exist for us?
This Adrienne Rich line is ringing true for me right now: “The moment of change is the only poem.”