Brain currently booting in Safe Mode

I'm feeling better. I had a cry, some food and some exercise. I even got my laundry done. It's not much, I know, but I'll take a feeling of accomplishment over worthlessness any day.

I'm so sleepy right now. There's still housework left to do yet today and neither of us wants to do anything (fuzzpsych is napping on the couch while I type this) about it.

The weekend, though, has been good. Very social, though, and it looks like this is a trend that will probably carry on through to Christmas. Not that I mind seeing my friends, but after a while, I like spending entire days with my significant other without having to go anywhere.

Friday night was lovecraftienne's Muffing Day party. Much fun, conversation and lechery were had by all who attended. I drank some Black Bush scotch neat...fuzzpsych's jaw hit the floor on that one. :) It was good alkeyhall and I likes it, but it might have been a bit smoother with some ice.

Yesterday was not one, but two separate gatherings in Woodstock of all places. My brother-in-law invited us and a gaggle of cousins over for burgers and such. I should have brought something, but I didn't think of it until too late. Oops. It was okay, but I don't really know the cousins because I've only met them all of three times. Some of them are only 5 years younger than me, but we have nothing in common, especially since I'm not much of a drinker and I don't like beer as a rule. For part of it, I felt very alone and out of my element. Add to that some body issues (two of them have had kids and you'd never know...all of the women there were unbelievably skinny) and I was very tempted to haul off somewhere else and read. I wasn't excluded, by any stretch, but I felt like a fat lump with nothing to offer.

We left just before 8 and went across town for tea and mildly inappropriate conversation with Jocasta, a friend robigus and I met in senior greek. I needed the contrast, I think. And it was nice to have someone who got my references without having to explain them. I must go back again soon, next time with robigus, so we can cackle like a trio of witches over something only considered moderately amusing by someone else.

Today has been very relaxing. Breakfast at Ethel's, followed by a long and winding route home. It's a gorgeous day and it was a good walk back. We stopped at a brand new dollar store (Dollar Fusion, corner of King N and Young) along the way. It's pretty darned good. We picked up a few things we needed as we poked around. I noticed that they had canvas bracelets in a punk style (metal studs and snaps). They didn't fit, sadly, but if you're looking for that sort of thing and don't want (p)leather, you can go there. We even walked past a house and had quick look around the property. It only made us want it more. Now if only we had money.

Like a good girl, I did my hour's worth of yoga. So now I feel all loose and rubbery except for my hips, which are sore. Not surprising, really. Arthritis in the hips runs in the family. At least I come by it honestly. :P

Now to munch on some veggies and crackers and maybe read some more (since the baby's asleep).

It's amazing what The Faint and thirty minutes of physical activity can do.

I'm all hot and sweaty and I feel damned good.

(I only wish I was all hot and sweaty because fuzzpsych was home.)

Notes to Self:

-Natural peanut butter is perfect for nanaimo bars. It helps to cut the cloying sweetness of all that icing sugar.

-Must do yoga tonight. I've been lax about keeping up with my exercise routine (keeping up, that's funny...I can even get it *established*!) and I need to stick with it.

-Hmmm. Should get stuff together to finish the Super Secret LARP Project. I still have time before the next game, but I don't want to be rushing around 5 minutes before I have to leave trying to get it done.

-Open the rest of the windows. For some reason that I cannot fathom, someone has turned the furnace on (?) and it's bloody hot in here already. I'm contemplating sabotaging the switch so it can't be turned on again once it's off until the switch is fixed. Problem: I'm not comfortable enough fooling around with it. Damn. It seems like the only real way to get the furnace to stay off.

-Bathe the baby at some point today. She's due.

-If possible, clip the cats' claws. I just had a gander at Franklin's and they're a bit on the long side.

Wow. That's quite a list. I should get right on that, then. :)

We have a new window now, which is good. It's so clean I keep checking to make sure that it's still there...:)

What isn't so good right now is the oven. The bottom element is no longer working, so no baking for me until either it or the entire stove is replaced. The last thing we can afford right now is a new-to-us stove, but it seems that everytime something goes right, something else goes very wrong.

And now the neighbours downstairs are playing Counting Crows, which means they're home and trying to play something on the stereo so I can dance is going to be impossible (a portable unit isn't really an option because I need to hear the baby). Fuck.

I finished doing a fairly simple yoga routine with lots of standing poses (I really really love standing poses...tadasana [sp?] or mountain pose is probably my favourite). That said, I discovered two things that are a major hindrance to not only this specific routine, but yoga in general.

Thing the First:
It's very very hard to do a workout that's supposed to relax and rejuvenate you when the baby's being cranky for no reason.

I had to put Tabula in the other room because I started shouting at her. She was really getting on my nerves, but once she was in the other room, she stopped being fussy. :P

Thing the Second:
This apartment is not set up for yoga. Period.

Part of this is the @#$%ing coffee table. The coffee table either needs wheels or a sledgehammer, I can't tell which. Now, just so you all know, the coffee table was a Christmas gift made for us years back by fuzzpsych's father. It's sturdy, it's heavy and it catches on the rug everytime it's moved more than a couple of inches. To make matters worse, it has to be moved mostly off the rug so that there's enough space. It goes off easy enough, but it needs two people to get it back in place without a lot of swearing. It's on my "replace" list for this reason alone. It's a good piece of furniture, but it's become...aggravating.

For this routine, you need wall space for two of the poses. The only "wall" space available (for the most part) is a closed door. Which is neither practical nor efficient to the workout. So that means that there are two poses that I just simply cannot do, which is a shame, because they look like really good stretches.

So that's what I was doing about an hour or so ago. Sounds like fun, don't it?

Yesterday, for the first time in a long time, I felt alive.

The weather was gorgeous (and it looks like another close repeat), and I was out and about in sandals (!), breathing in the smell of earth and feeling more than I was just existing or getting by.

It was a good day for me, but not that much for fuzzpsych, who is coming down with a nasty cold. So one of my outings was a trip for medication and the ingredients for chicken and rice soup (which was a tasty dinner last night).

And now that I'm paying more attention to my level of physical exercise, why is it when I think to myself "today, I'm going to be a sloth", I end up getting more exercise than usual?

The old adage is "learn something new everyday". On somedays, you learn nothing, while on others, new information that appeals to you seems boundless. Well, over the last two days, I've learned exactly two things.

Yesterday, I learned that it was important to centre the baby's bum on the diaper before doing up the tabs. This will prevent messy poopie accidents.

Today, I learned that I am woefully out of shape. Hopefully, in future, I won't be out of breath doing yoga. :P