In Which Odds and Ends of Subject Matter are Covered
- This isn't my favorite time of year. January and February, I mean. I've never been diagnosed with Seasonal Affective Disorder, and I've never had any experience with real depression. But most years around this time I tend to withdraw, to introspect, to be less lively and less upbeat. My birthday falls during this time frame and sometimes I wonder if these "blues" have something to do with the formal acknowledgment that I'm a year older. Or perhaps it is some primal hibernation-like instinct.
- Healthwise, I'm improved but not cured. Still have a little bit of a cough. Am off medication except for a swig of cough medicine at bedtime. (Not counting the occasional glass of Chambord in the evenings.) But it does not appear to be turning into bronchitis. For which I am more grateful than I know how to express.
- This is really the birthday season in our clan. Joe and Chris, one day apart, one week. Then three weeks later within the span of five days, me, Sherry, and Sam. We usually have two joint observances.
- Spent a fair portion of Saturday sewing with four friends. Golly, it was good. I can't yet show what I'm working on. It's a present. For someone known to read my blog. And there will be prairie points involved!
- The real estate transaction for my son and his wife worked out just fine. Not without some last-minute hoops to jump through. They move this weekend.
- I won't be complaining about Comcast a lot longer. A [very handsome young] man knocked on my door today and gave me costs and features and the long and short of it is that we'll be switching internet and television to Verizon and getting a better deal on our [already Verizon] phone service. Just a couple of weeks. It is something we've been talking about but just haven't got around to doing.
- COW Alert: I've about had it up to here with the Conan/Leno controversy. Could we move on, please? Who stays up late enough to watch these guys, anyway?
- Circle meeting tonight. Been getting together once a month with this group of women from my church for more than twenty-five years now. One of our daughters has grown up to be a social worker at a shelter for abused women and their children; she's coming tonight to tell us about the project and how our group can help.