Rambling Update
So, as predicted, the rain today is a little more gloomy than it is invigorating. Perhaps if we could get the sky on an every other day schedule it would suit my mood a little more. But until then I will just have to learn to live with what I get. On a similar front, our home has an awesome deck and three season porch. I am really missing them today as I am starting to feel that the house is just a tad too dark and closed in. But I suppose I will have to wait for the spring before the porch is usable, and probably until closer to the summer for the deck.
But of course there is plenty of sunshine in my life. terriergirl found my phone last night in the Pit of Despair, otherwise known as her car. So I am phoned again and no longer being chased though my dreams by the suburban inquisition. Not to say I slept well, since Terrier tossed and turned all night and I, attuned so tightly to her moods, tossed with her, but I didn't wake with my heart pounding from anxiety driven dreams. That's a step in the right direction.
I've realized that dancing is not the hobby for me. I don't really like large groups or light socialization, though that's changing somewhat. And of course, I dislike getting my heart rate up near bedtime because it can give me insomnia. And as an added bonus, when I don't get enough sleep now, I get migranes. So all in all staying out late dancing is a bad idea for me on several fronts. Terrier and I had been going to some free dance lessons at MIT on Wednesdays, but we hadn't really been able to make it work for us between schedules and all the other stuff in our lives. I'm sure iresprite will be sad that we're not following him into the exciting world of swing and blues dancing, but it's a world that starts moving when we like to be in bed.
Last month I wrote and ran a murder mystery evening. It was generally well recieved and I view it as a pretty good success, especially considering that it was my first effort. I'm still mulling over aspects of it and might write up a more complete review at some point. But that effort precluded me doing my seminary homework for the month, which I am now behind on. So I've got two months of reading and writing to do this month, which will keep me very busy. Yay busy.
But of course there is plenty of sunshine in my life. terriergirl found my phone last night in the Pit of Despair, otherwise known as her car. So I am phoned again and no longer being chased though my dreams by the suburban inquisition. Not to say I slept well, since Terrier tossed and turned all night and I, attuned so tightly to her moods, tossed with her, but I didn't wake with my heart pounding from anxiety driven dreams. That's a step in the right direction.
I've realized that dancing is not the hobby for me. I don't really like large groups or light socialization, though that's changing somewhat. And of course, I dislike getting my heart rate up near bedtime because it can give me insomnia. And as an added bonus, when I don't get enough sleep now, I get migranes. So all in all staying out late dancing is a bad idea for me on several fronts. Terrier and I had been going to some free dance lessons at MIT on Wednesdays, but we hadn't really been able to make it work for us between schedules and all the other stuff in our lives. I'm sure iresprite will be sad that we're not following him into the exciting world of swing and blues dancing, but it's a world that starts moving when we like to be in bed.
Last month I wrote and ran a murder mystery evening. It was generally well recieved and I view it as a pretty good success, especially considering that it was my first effort. I'm still mulling over aspects of it and might write up a more complete review at some point. But that effort precluded me doing my seminary homework for the month, which I am now behind on. So I've got two months of reading and writing to do this month, which will keep me very busy. Yay busy.