I am practicing breathing. I never realized just how physically I reacted to things. In a minute I can wind myself tighter than a mouse-trap spring. The smoke alarms went off tonight in the apartment. It was because of my cooking on the new stove. I can't stand electric stoves. That's my one picky thing about here. The stove is electric. grr. So I put a pot of water on to boil, leave the room, call my brother. Next thing I know, horrid alarm going off.
And I run to the kitchen expecting to see everything ablaze. But no. 'high' on my electric stove is actually 'uber high'. As the thing was glowing like it was being forged. OI. But no fire. Yay.
Then I came upstairs and tried to calm down, but i still had my brother on the phone and my husband wanting my attention, and I felt like that Calgon 'Take me away' commercial.
So, now, I am just sorta trying to balance out. I did eat dinner (finally)
And I must say, I love to make spaghetti. Easy, quickly over with. I am the only one who likes spaghetting in the house so I measure a single serving of past (it's about as thick as a quarter) and throw that on to boil. Then I get down a small can of tomato paste and whip up a psuedo-homemade serving of spaghetti sauce. (A little bit of this, a little bit of that...) Heat that up... you know the rest. Perfect for one serving.
Work today was so so. I notice that I start noticing the time earlier and earlier. I used to be able to work a whole shift and not realize until about twenty minutes before I went home.
But that's ok. I did manage to put a few words down for poems. And I got paid today, so that was a plus. :)
Still kinda tired, still kinda sick, but i am thinking that it won't whip my ass.
*knocks on wood*
love you
xxx