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So let's see...
last weekend, went to visit Jill and Mike and their new baby. Skinny little thing. Went to a church picnic got nice and burned, went to the beach to cool off.
Haven't been going to the gym, but have gone on a diet to try and eat less and better. Dennis is undermining my efforts however. He packs my lunch for me and puts things like oreos and cheetos in it. But I am eating a healthy cereal for breakfast at least, and aside from the snacks, lunch is usually salad with chicken and some fruit.
I played my violin for the first time in months last night. My fingertips on my left hand are *still* hurting. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I didn't have to start all over from scratch, and that my fingers remembered most of what they were supposed to do. Most of the notes were a bit flat or sharp though. And my bowing was terrible. But at least I know I can pick it up whenever and play "Amazing Grace" and "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" whenever I want without making a complete fool of myself.
I'm panicky. I'm shaking. There's so much to do. I have this project at work to do. No idea what I'm doing really, and there's little to no documentation on the subject anywhere. Things at the site are going less than smooth. Way less. There's so many things I'm supposed to be doing, or things that I could do to pick up the slack, but I can't because I don't have enough resources or information, and no way to get said information. I feel like even though no one is saying anything, this is all somehow my fault and they're upset that these things aren't done (understandably), and I'm just waiting to get reamed for alot of what really isn't my job anyways. There's the wedding and making all those plans and finalizing them and guest lists and *PAYING* for the damn thing. And we want a house, which is even more money.
And autumn has hit with ferocity. And not the nice part of autumn either. On Monday, it was summer. Hot, bright, sunny. Perfect summer day. On Tuesday, it was suddenly autumn. Not as cold as it usually is around here during the fall, but the high was almost 20 degrees (F) cooler. It was windy. It was cloudy. It was gray. It rained the whole day. Miserable weather. And that's pretty much what I have to look forward to for the next 8 months; gray.
My only little ray of hope is, of course, riding. Next session starts up again tomorrow. I wish I still had riding on Monday. Everyone looks forward to fridays anyways. When I had lessons on Mondays it made the start of the week go by so much quicker; monday I'd spend the day looking forward to it, tuesday I'd spend the day going over it in my mind and be on a sort of endorphin high from it.
I just feel so sick.
last weekend, went to visit Jill and Mike and their new baby. Skinny little thing. Went to a church picnic got nice and burned, went to the beach to cool off.
Haven't been going to the gym, but have gone on a diet to try and eat less and better. Dennis is undermining my efforts however. He packs my lunch for me and puts things like oreos and cheetos in it. But I am eating a healthy cereal for breakfast at least, and aside from the snacks, lunch is usually salad with chicken and some fruit.
I played my violin for the first time in months last night. My fingertips on my left hand are *still* hurting. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I didn't have to start all over from scratch, and that my fingers remembered most of what they were supposed to do. Most of the notes were a bit flat or sharp though. And my bowing was terrible. But at least I know I can pick it up whenever and play "Amazing Grace" and "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" whenever I want without making a complete fool of myself.
I'm panicky. I'm shaking. There's so much to do. I have this project at work to do. No idea what I'm doing really, and there's little to no documentation on the subject anywhere. Things at the site are going less than smooth. Way less. There's so many things I'm supposed to be doing, or things that I could do to pick up the slack, but I can't because I don't have enough resources or information, and no way to get said information. I feel like even though no one is saying anything, this is all somehow my fault and they're upset that these things aren't done (understandably), and I'm just waiting to get reamed for alot of what really isn't my job anyways. There's the wedding and making all those plans and finalizing them and guest lists and *PAYING* for the damn thing. And we want a house, which is even more money.
And autumn has hit with ferocity. And not the nice part of autumn either. On Monday, it was summer. Hot, bright, sunny. Perfect summer day. On Tuesday, it was suddenly autumn. Not as cold as it usually is around here during the fall, but the high was almost 20 degrees (F) cooler. It was windy. It was cloudy. It was gray. It rained the whole day. Miserable weather. And that's pretty much what I have to look forward to for the next 8 months; gray.
My only little ray of hope is, of course, riding. Next session starts up again tomorrow. I wish I still had riding on Monday. Everyone looks forward to fridays anyways. When I had lessons on Mondays it made the start of the week go by so much quicker; monday I'd spend the day looking forward to it, tuesday I'd spend the day going over it in my mind and be on a sort of endorphin high from it.
I just feel so sick.