Ya ever find yourself wishing for a bomb shelter and supplies and your cats and a year or so away from the world? Yeah, that’s where I am.
Everything is leaving me butthurt lately. I know it’s depression + fatigue making me emotionally unstable, which makes me depressed and more tired, and more emotionally unstable. Yaaaaay.
I HATE being in the office right now… the drive + people = TOO MUCH. But no work = no pay, so I gotta suck it up and put on a “nice face” for as many hours as possible.
With my boss offsite next week, I was going to take the week off. But then my interviews got scheduled for Th/Fr, so that blew my plan. I might take the following week – though there’s a possible issue with that idea too. Maybe the last week of the month… start the perm job in Nov.
I found some deliveries on my porch this morning… should have opened them as I could use the “surprise”. I think one is my silly order – something for me and Miao and whoever I decide for #3. I have no idea what the other box contained. It was from Amazon and kinda heavy. I know cat treats were supposed to be delivered today but it seemed too heavy for that. I’m still waiting for Waldo2.0 (another roomba); and a shirt I ordered for an IRL friend.
I have GOT to do something about my weight. It’s holding steady after last year’s increase but my body is clearly reshaping. Today I put on an outfit that has always flattered me and, instead, it was all LOOK AT MY BIG FAT BELLY. But talk is cheap and all I ever to is talk. I’ve got to look into getting a different pain management med, something that won’t make me so tired (I know, from prior experience, that the Cymbalta is a major reason I’m so fatigued right now). But that takes doc appts, which take energy, which I don’t have.
It’s sad that I don’t even call for MeowMeow anymore. I hope she’s alive and happy.
Beba makes me really happy. She has a super loud purr, a cute little “mew”, and loves to cuddle & play. PCB can make the exact same “mew” sound and is great at confusing me. Boo has settled down a bit. Adam is afraid of Beba (he’s afraid of all other cats… despite be 3x their size). Espressa is being extremely tolerant. I think Skritches is having the worst time of it – Beba follows her around a lot, which freaks her out, so she’s taken to hiding most of the day. I think once we get to the point of being able to leave the back door open again (next spring?), so the cats can come/go at will, it will be easier for everyone.
I need a nap. A year long nap.