It's Tuesday!
O_O I sat down to type out an entry with iTunes playing and Jingle Bells started playing. Excuse me a moment, would you?
Anyway! So I caved and am now doing National Day of Prayer with One Voice. It's like a drug, you know? My problem is that I went to see the Easter program and remembered how much I love it and all the people in it. I know it's not good for me in so many ways, this has been proven to me over and over again when I can't breathe or, like at Christmas, I end up sitting out because I have chest pains. But I can't not do it. I'll just have to take it a season at a time, I guess. NDoP is just a small concert and this year it's only an hour so it shouldn't be a big deal. Unless we keep having hot days like yesterday was. Dude, almost 90 degrees? In April? What the heck?!
I'm trying to take today easy because it's really hard to breathe and that's allowed me sit down and work on Harbinger. This is the most in depth fanfic I have ever written and the longest one to date. But it's coming so easy for some reason. It's also making me love Big Macintosh all the more.
Still waiting for my money to come in. That whole situation... I can't even... no one knows what the other person is doing or has said. I have to call again sometime this week and I have this horrible feeling that I'm going to end up having to go in AGAIN to talk to someone. And with the nearest office a half hour away and gas prices as high as they are? It just sucks. I'm trying really hard not to freak out but after having to go to the vets last week and having to pay so much it's hard not to freak out from time to time.
Peek-a-Boo is still sick, though she's showing small signs of improvement. She just hides all the time under my bed, doesn't come out for food or water. We've been feeding her special canned food for cats with kidney disease so she's not starving but still. Last night, though, she actually jumped up on my bed and slept with me for awhile. Which is kind of a huge deal because she never sleeps with me and it's the first time in a week that she's come out from under my bed of her own free will. I'm praying it keeps going up from there.
Not much else is going on at the moment. Just taking it one day at a time. Keep on running in the wheel, as it were. On the plus side, today is Tuesday.
I have no idea what I mean by that.
Anyway! So I caved and am now doing National Day of Prayer with One Voice. It's like a drug, you know? My problem is that I went to see the Easter program and remembered how much I love it and all the people in it. I know it's not good for me in so many ways, this has been proven to me over and over again when I can't breathe or, like at Christmas, I end up sitting out because I have chest pains. But I can't not do it. I'll just have to take it a season at a time, I guess. NDoP is just a small concert and this year it's only an hour so it shouldn't be a big deal. Unless we keep having hot days like yesterday was. Dude, almost 90 degrees? In April? What the heck?!
I'm trying to take today easy because it's really hard to breathe and that's allowed me sit down and work on Harbinger. This is the most in depth fanfic I have ever written and the longest one to date. But it's coming so easy for some reason. It's also making me love Big Macintosh all the more.
Still waiting for my money to come in. That whole situation... I can't even... no one knows what the other person is doing or has said. I have to call again sometime this week and I have this horrible feeling that I'm going to end up having to go in AGAIN to talk to someone. And with the nearest office a half hour away and gas prices as high as they are? It just sucks. I'm trying really hard not to freak out but after having to go to the vets last week and having to pay so much it's hard not to freak out from time to time.
Peek-a-Boo is still sick, though she's showing small signs of improvement. She just hides all the time under my bed, doesn't come out for food or water. We've been feeding her special canned food for cats with kidney disease so she's not starving but still. Last night, though, she actually jumped up on my bed and slept with me for awhile. Which is kind of a huge deal because she never sleeps with me and it's the first time in a week that she's come out from under my bed of her own free will. I'm praying it keeps going up from there.
Not much else is going on at the moment. Just taking it one day at a time. Keep on running in the wheel, as it were. On the plus side, today is Tuesday.
I have no idea what I mean by that.