Maids Monday again
This morning's Maids prep went about as well as it ever has, but traffic to the condo was heavy -- it seems more and more people are returning to in-person work formats as the Holiday Wave recedes and vaccinations ramp up.
Often I stretch and exercise when I get to the condo on a Maids Monday, before my work day gets started, and I have time for that this morning but I'm not feeling it. I could stretch now and maybe exercise later in the day, between 1 & 3pm, on a late lunch break.
Maybe it's because two weeks ago, on the last Maids Monday, that's when I ate the meal that gave me the food poisoning, or maybe I just need a break from trying to exercise on EVERY work day.
I'll probably run/lift/hike/run the next four days anway ... we'll see ... I'll probably exercise this afternoon anyway, after I relax this morning.
Dax is on a hunger strike this morning, possibly due to the antibiotic pills we're giving him for his liver. Sigh. On Sunday morning while I wasn't there, T tried to sweeten the deal by pouring bacon grease over Dax's bowl of food and pills, and now Dax is holding out for similar sweeteners. Sometimes with older pets trying to treat their chronic ailments starts to bring on more troubles. I like to treat Dax from time to time, but I'm not going to bargain with him. You don't want your breakfast, then you don't get breakfast.
I already know ahead of time that B is going to spend the night at the house this Friday. I'm thinking I might want to socialize with B & T if they're willing, and then head to the condo on Saturday for only one night. Two nights to myself week after week can feel like too much when the only human I'm seeing is T, I guess. I should also do more reaching out to the important people in my life, although part of my mood on Saturday was pouting that "they should reach out to me more". Yet, I choose my relationships for the level of independence they allow me, so I shouldn't play those kinds of mind games in which I fail to communicate my desire to communicate and then hold it against people for leaving me alone. It's that ancient tug of insecurity, of wanting to feel arbitrarily important and in control.
Often I stretch and exercise when I get to the condo on a Maids Monday, before my work day gets started, and I have time for that this morning but I'm not feeling it. I could stretch now and maybe exercise later in the day, between 1 & 3pm, on a late lunch break.
Maybe it's because two weeks ago, on the last Maids Monday, that's when I ate the meal that gave me the food poisoning, or maybe I just need a break from trying to exercise on EVERY work day.
I'll probably run/lift/hike/run the next four days anway ... we'll see ... I'll probably exercise this afternoon anyway, after I relax this morning.
Dax is on a hunger strike this morning, possibly due to the antibiotic pills we're giving him for his liver. Sigh. On Sunday morning while I wasn't there, T tried to sweeten the deal by pouring bacon grease over Dax's bowl of food and pills, and now Dax is holding out for similar sweeteners. Sometimes with older pets trying to treat their chronic ailments starts to bring on more troubles. I like to treat Dax from time to time, but I'm not going to bargain with him. You don't want your breakfast, then you don't get breakfast.
I already know ahead of time that B is going to spend the night at the house this Friday. I'm thinking I might want to socialize with B & T if they're willing, and then head to the condo on Saturday for only one night. Two nights to myself week after week can feel like too much when the only human I'm seeing is T, I guess. I should also do more reaching out to the important people in my life, although part of my mood on Saturday was pouting that "they should reach out to me more". Yet, I choose my relationships for the level of independence they allow me, so I shouldn't play those kinds of mind games in which I fail to communicate my desire to communicate and then hold it against people for leaving me alone. It's that ancient tug of insecurity, of wanting to feel arbitrarily important and in control.