Six words. "Don't you think she looks tired?"
A lovely time to consider one's mortality and the possibility of deterioration.
I hope all of you are at least in good lasting health.
Also, I love my husband to the ends of the universe, the end of time, the end of me, and beyond. I wish I could tell him that there is nothing to worry about, but I admit I don't think that's true anymore.
Two holiday dinner parties down, possibly another one tomorrow, a tiny one. It would be awesome and amazing if I felt better, if I felt perfect just for one whole day. I struggled too much up a flight of steep slatted stairs today; when I shook and stumbled Adam actually asked if he needed to carry me. I blamed it on hunger and fatigue. Maybe that's all it was. And those other issues, today and yesterday and the day before, just exhaustion and lack of sufficient calories, and anxiety and cold weather. That's all. Maybe that's all it is. But the things Adam expressed concern about are turning and turning in my head. When Adam says he is very worried about something, that something is to be taken very seriously. My husband is like The Doctor. He's got that carefree nonchalant funny attitude toward life and he expresses an amazing amount of confidence and he is very good with a screwdriver, being a jack of all trades; but when something bothers him or worries him or even scares him, it's really really not good. When my husband gets worried, I feel my heart fall.
I can't start thinking about these things now. The things he wanted to talk about, things I don't know how I want to talk about. And they say "But you're so young!" Life is funny that way.
I'm going think about happy, great things now. A new "Doctor Who" Christmas special airs tonight, for example. That will be awesome. The fact that our dryer stopped working is not awesome, but the fact that we will have a new dryer soon is a very good thing. The cats are wonderful and loving and are still trying to figure out their new bubbling water fountain.
Happy Whatever Winter Holiday You Celebrate. Peace and love and joy and health and happiness.
I hope all of you are at least in good lasting health.
Also, I love my husband to the ends of the universe, the end of time, the end of me, and beyond. I wish I could tell him that there is nothing to worry about, but I admit I don't think that's true anymore.
Two holiday dinner parties down, possibly another one tomorrow, a tiny one. It would be awesome and amazing if I felt better, if I felt perfect just for one whole day. I struggled too much up a flight of steep slatted stairs today; when I shook and stumbled Adam actually asked if he needed to carry me. I blamed it on hunger and fatigue. Maybe that's all it was. And those other issues, today and yesterday and the day before, just exhaustion and lack of sufficient calories, and anxiety and cold weather. That's all. Maybe that's all it is. But the things Adam expressed concern about are turning and turning in my head. When Adam says he is very worried about something, that something is to be taken very seriously. My husband is like The Doctor. He's got that carefree nonchalant funny attitude toward life and he expresses an amazing amount of confidence and he is very good with a screwdriver, being a jack of all trades; but when something bothers him or worries him or even scares him, it's really really not good. When my husband gets worried, I feel my heart fall.
I can't start thinking about these things now. The things he wanted to talk about, things I don't know how I want to talk about. And they say "But you're so young!" Life is funny that way.
I'm going think about happy, great things now. A new "Doctor Who" Christmas special airs tonight, for example. That will be awesome. The fact that our dryer stopped working is not awesome, but the fact that we will have a new dryer soon is a very good thing. The cats are wonderful and loving and are still trying to figure out their new bubbling water fountain.
Happy Whatever Winter Holiday You Celebrate. Peace and love and joy and health and happiness.