What a week
Apr. 24th, 2021 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlActually, it wasn't terrible. It started out, though, with an email from a former client - a bipolar gentleman who is extremely smart but his brain, it's broken - who used to travel between here and Colorado, always applying in each State until I finally said, "Look man, pick one place and stick the landing." He landed in CO. Anyway, the email:
"Hi SBG. I still love you..."
LOL, literally, folks, I am single because every guy I have dated has turned out to have some mental illness. I attract them like I am honey and they are flies. It makes me too gunshy to even try*, and now I'm old, so. Destined to be alone, for my OWN sanity. Haha.
Anyway, his email made me laugh.
Our office got reconfigured and it's as I suspected - it is now an echo chamber in there. Everyone's voices are going to just bounce around like crazy because there is so much empty space. Ah well, no one listens to the little guy. And management have offices with doors they can shut when it's loud...let them sit out in a cubicle to experience it, I say.
And on Wednesday I came home an heard a ruckus from outside the door as I was putting the key in the lock. Opened the door and was greeted by an extremely wiggly dog, my house was all catawampus and yep - Mr. Walter chewed through the plastic bits of the gate which keep it in place and busted out of his room.
Why do I keep him in a room, you ask? He's a major stressor for the cats and the cats are my true loves. I don't think he often intentionally bothers them, mind you. It's his energy. It's also the terrier in him - they are not cat-loving dogs. If they run, he will at least initially give chase. So, for everyone's peace, he stays in his room during the day.
Alas, with the broken gate, that wasn't possible. I did put the gate at the bottom of the stairs so that he couldn't get up there to 1) make a nest in my bed, 2) eat cat poop and 3) so the cats could have some safe space. I'd hoped that would be enough, because I fear now that he's had this freedom, it will be a bitch keeping him in his room ever again.
In theory, it should work. In practice, I have seen immediate and extreme retribution peeing by at least one cat. Name starts with P. Irony. Anyway, five known instances of peeing outside the box already. She is virtually shouting at me about this, and I agree with her. I find it rather bothersome to come home to a war zone daily. Stuff tossed everywhere, couch and chair covers tossed, guest room bed tossed, pee everywhere. It's just not terribly pleasant, you know? But at the same time, I now feel horrible thinking of confining him because he's just enjoying himself so dang much. :(
^Look at that stupid happy face and his wiggly butt. What a turkey.
Ended the week with a pretty ferocious hormone headache which kept me from planting garden before the rain. Good times! I did sleep for like 14 hours, though, and it helped a bit. Now it only hurts when I move. Haha.
I've also decided to be more mindful of my food consumption, after wearing a pair of jeans yesterday that still fit but in which my stomach does a little bit of bloop over the edge. I have developed some bad habits, like "second breakfast" on my non-fast days, and also having no off valve on my fast days. Meaning, I just keep munching though I am not actually hungry. Probably a mild binge disorder would best describe it. I can and should control it better, only eat when I am actually hungry. Little things like that can make a big difference in how I feel, it's not just about my waistline.
*This is not to say those with major mental health issues are not worthy of my, or anyone's time. I am not equipped to handle it, or am too selfish to.
"Hi SBG. I still love you..."
LOL, literally, folks, I am single because every guy I have dated has turned out to have some mental illness. I attract them like I am honey and they are flies. It makes me too gunshy to even try*, and now I'm old, so. Destined to be alone, for my OWN sanity. Haha.
Anyway, his email made me laugh.
Our office got reconfigured and it's as I suspected - it is now an echo chamber in there. Everyone's voices are going to just bounce around like crazy because there is so much empty space. Ah well, no one listens to the little guy. And management have offices with doors they can shut when it's loud...let them sit out in a cubicle to experience it, I say.
And on Wednesday I came home an heard a ruckus from outside the door as I was putting the key in the lock. Opened the door and was greeted by an extremely wiggly dog, my house was all catawampus and yep - Mr. Walter chewed through the plastic bits of the gate which keep it in place and busted out of his room.
Why do I keep him in a room, you ask? He's a major stressor for the cats and the cats are my true loves. I don't think he often intentionally bothers them, mind you. It's his energy. It's also the terrier in him - they are not cat-loving dogs. If they run, he will at least initially give chase. So, for everyone's peace, he stays in his room during the day.
Alas, with the broken gate, that wasn't possible. I did put the gate at the bottom of the stairs so that he couldn't get up there to 1) make a nest in my bed, 2) eat cat poop and 3) so the cats could have some safe space. I'd hoped that would be enough, because I fear now that he's had this freedom, it will be a bitch keeping him in his room ever again.
In theory, it should work. In practice, I have seen immediate and extreme retribution peeing by at least one cat. Name starts with P. Irony. Anyway, five known instances of peeing outside the box already. She is virtually shouting at me about this, and I agree with her. I find it rather bothersome to come home to a war zone daily. Stuff tossed everywhere, couch and chair covers tossed, guest room bed tossed, pee everywhere. It's just not terribly pleasant, you know? But at the same time, I now feel horrible thinking of confining him because he's just enjoying himself so dang much. :(
^Look at that stupid happy face and his wiggly butt. What a turkey.
Ended the week with a pretty ferocious hormone headache which kept me from planting garden before the rain. Good times! I did sleep for like 14 hours, though, and it helped a bit. Now it only hurts when I move. Haha.
I've also decided to be more mindful of my food consumption, after wearing a pair of jeans yesterday that still fit but in which my stomach does a little bit of bloop over the edge. I have developed some bad habits, like "second breakfast" on my non-fast days, and also having no off valve on my fast days. Meaning, I just keep munching though I am not actually hungry. Probably a mild binge disorder would best describe it. I can and should control it better, only eat when I am actually hungry. Little things like that can make a big difference in how I feel, it's not just about my waistline.
*This is not to say those with major mental health issues are not worthy of my, or anyone's time. I am not equipped to handle it, or am too selfish to.
