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[susandennis]

I'm kind of going through a semi-rough patch. I think it's directly related to the threat of hot weather coming - or more to the point - my dread of hot weather coming. Nothing like taking a bad thing and making it worse with dread.

Physically, I'm slow and sluggish and sore and itchy and fat and whiney and wondering if I'm on the cusp of something bad coming or if I'm just a whiney old bity who's too focused on herself. While I steadfastly reject any idea of medical attention, sometimes - just sometimes, I think it would be nice to know that yes my neglect has finally led to impending heart failure or cancer of the X and when you start feeling Y you will know that you only have N weeks left. Or yes, even though you take horrible care of yourself, you are still relatively healthy with nothing bad looming. Sometimes I just think it would be nice to know but not nice enough to put up with what it would take to find out.

Mentally, I'm a bit better. Work is going well and I'm enjoying it and it makes me feel productive and smart. Baseball sucks but sucky baseball is better than no baseball at all. I have good books to read, good TV to watch, good yarn to knit.

And, yet, I'm still kind of crabby. Maybe my biorhythms have missed a beat somewhere. I'm sure they will all be back in sync soon.

Short walk today. The rain they promised for all day today had stopped by 6 and by 7 when I was on the road the freakin' sun was already out and in my eyes.

I have way too much to be grateful for to be so cranky.

Comments

[judith.livejournal.com]

boy oh boy, this is me, except for that baseball thing. Fat and slow and sluggish and whiny. And uninclined to seek medical advice.

I have been thinking lately about my basic nature, which is to be a couch potato. Sitting on the couch with popcorn or ice cream and a good movie or just my regular television shows or a good book, well, that's heaven! But it really doesn't make me feel all that good. So I go against this nature, force myself up and at 'em and to some extent succeed, but it's a struggle. Every damned day.

[susandennis]

I just can't get there myself. I'm just too indulgent. I do what I want to do which is sit on my ass. I know your way is right - I should mount the struggle. But, then I think if I die tomorrow, won't I be pissed that I wasted my last day NOT doing what I wanted?

[judith.livejournal.com]

Who is it who has been counting steps lately??? And not just in the living room.

[susandennis]

Touche! And, thank you.

[treebreeze.livejournal.com]

Even Cranky you still Rock!! We queer boys always know about these things...trust me!

[currawong.livejournal.com]

Hey, cranky's OK. Crabby's R Us!