then immediately I noticed the nice new flooring that was installed a week prior--after the leaky toilet was replaced--and I had to stop and allow it to sink in.....hmmm. dang. I think I dreamt that.
So work has been getting into my dreams and my dreams have been getting into my day time thought processes. Then I worked too much last week. Pretty much 10-12 hour days all the way through until Friday when I was too exhausted to hang in there past 3:30. So when the sneezy runny nose I'd ignored turned into the am I getting a cold feeling last night, it's no surprise that woke up with a cold this morning. I despise the summer cold. I really do. Fall and winter colds are crappy, but there's just something wrong about having a runny-nosed, stuffy-headed cold in the summer time. But, my brother used to say: "you wore out your immune system, man"...so I reckon I did it to myself.
Another thing that occurred last week (could have been the week before, not sure) was a conversation I had with a co-worker about just how dang bitter we've gotten. And I feel like I've tried to be more positive, but this has been a tough year. And I've said that in years past and meant it then too. This year has just been a lot of work. It hasn't been terribly painful. I haven't had any devastating losses, but it's been a year of challenges. And I shut the blog down for a while because I'd had too much of the online world and it's an easy thing to turn your back on when there's more negativity leaching out of it than good. So I looked on here the other day and realized that my blog has turned into the posting ground of a terrible cynic. Don't get me wrong, in many ways I haven't changed much, but I'm not that grumpy all the time. It just comes out on here because for a while I've had a very negative association with all things blog-based.
I decided to change the scenery a little bit, because my life isn't bad. It's actually damn good. Seriously, I cry just about every week thinking about how much good I have in my life--my blog should reflect it a little more often.
(That's not to say that I take back any of my other posts. I maintain this attitude. All except that I've decided that I will vote this year. And I've decided who for. So that's different. But not much else)
Since I've been feeling a tad bit under the weather the last few days the last thing I want to do is cook. So we ordered chinese last night and pizza tonight. One of my favorite things about Chinese food is the spicy mustard sauce....but mostly I love the fortunes. I like consumables that come with little surprise anecdotes, which is also why I mainly only buy Yogi tea. And I have stashes of the best ones in random meaningful places. Picture frames, journals, favorite books...stuff like that. And while I'm not great at keeping up rituals, but here I'll start the latest idea of mine, by posting pictures of the good ones when they happen.
Here we go:
Here we go:
Last night's fortunes (they gave us THREE, which is one of my favorite numbers...which reminds me of another story I should blog about later)
those are pretty good fortunes to crack out of a sugar cookie if I do say so myself!
And tonight's Yogi quote. Possibly my most favorite of all Yogi quotes to date:
So there are a few positive things. Another positive thing is Rob told me this morning that I was talking in my sleep last night. And I really rarely ever talk in my sleep. When I do, he says "you were talking in your fairy talk"... because he says it sounds like something he should be able to understand, but can't. My cousin Logan talks in fairy talk. Rob does sometimes but usually I can understand everything (and frequently can get him to keep talking if I talk back). My brother also speaks clearly in his sleep. I'm not sure what determines the language you use when sleep-talking, but I sort-of like the idea of fairy talk. Those who know me, know why.
Happy Monday
