This past weekend was spent cleaning, washing the clothes, cooking and sleeping. I finally feel refreshed after sleeping most of the day away on Sunday. I didn’t get up until after 10:00 and even had an afternoon nap for almost 2 hours. Before you think I didn’t sleep Sunday night – I went to bed a little later than usual but slept like a log.
Of course I had my usual mad dreams again. One of them I had all sorts of my ex-husband’s stuff and I was giving it away to some debt collectors/loan sharks when I saw his niece. There seemed to be more than one person after her and as I was about to offer my assistance, she pulled out a gun, put it into her mouth and pulled the trigger. It was awful. As I woke up I said to her that she felt like a daughter to me – even though she doesn’t and I knew it wasn’t entirely true.
I think some authors/musicians use drugs to add a bit of surrealism to their writing. I don’t need anything other than a good night’s sleep! Last night’s dream was just as vivid. I was looking and looking for a place that had a toilet. At this point in the afternoon I can’t quite remember what else happened but I did leap out of bed first thing and went to the toilet.
Everyone at work seems to be organising holidays. I’m trying not to get jealous. I just don’t think I can afford to get away. I do get disheartened with the thought of it. Before I get to get away, I still need to apply for my British Passport (which ought to cost a lot of money). I do have a small nest-egg at the moment but am uncertain as to what I should spend it on – the car (which needs a bit of work), the plumbing (which may or may not need some work doing), or the fridge (which has started beeping at me – so I presume it needs a bit of work too). No, I may try and put off getting my British Passport at the moment. I have to get my priorities right and getting away isn’t high on the list when my obligations are weighing me down. BUT at the same time I’d love to chuck it all in and go away for a weekend in France again. Unfortunately, I’m not that kind of girl. I’m far too sensible.
My monthly cycle is moving onwards, as always. I have been experiencing intense PMT this month. I HATE it when Helios is behind me drying the dishes, and he reaches over my shoulder to get the next plate. I know it’s bad when I just want to snap off his arm like a toothpick. Not that I’d ever do it, or manage it for that matter, but the wanting is a very bad thing indeed. I’ve therefore started taking Milk Thistle again. What a relief. Today I’m full of the joys of spring. I’m pleasant to be around and happy to be at work (on a MONDAY of all things)! Now I know my mom doesn’t like the fact that I love Milk Thistle (she’s read that it’s good for your liver and has nothing to do with PMT) but it does help me cope with my emotions. Of course, on the other hand, it could be that I need a different kind of birth control pill… I’ll get around to asking my doctor next time I pop in.
My blouse smells of bacon. When Helios did the ironing on Sunday afternoon he left all the tops out and they picked up the bacon smell when I was making dinner on Sunday night. All morning I’ve been sniffing things trying to work out what that smell is and when I finally realised it was ME, well I was not impressed. It’s a little like wondering who’s trodden in dog poo when you discover that it’s you. At least dinner was nice: bacon and prawn (brown) pasta with lots and lots of vedge in the sauce. I’ve got it again for leftovers tonight.
On the bright side, I’ve re-discovered that it’s a small world after all. I’ve finally been here long enough to run into people who have met my friends from places I used to work and, probably because I work in town now, I’ve been running into people I used to know.
I had two squares of dark, no sugar chocolate at around 10:00 this morning and I’m flagging now. I’m wondering if it’s the chocolate that’s made me feel like this or if I’m coming down with something (?) I expect it’s the former because I’ve gone a little woolly headed and feel slightly drunk – a sure sign that I’ve had too much sugar/caffeine. I’m also yawning and wanting to curl up under the desk for a nap. The main problem with feeling like this is that, if I were normal, I would reach for a cup of coffee or a bar of chocolate – for a quick jolt. I can’t do that. I usually just sit it out. Luckily I don’t have the kind of job where I’m being watched every second so if I feel a little odd, I can just get on with it. Or is the cause something to do with my hormones and/or PMT? Sometimes identifying the source of the problem is as difficult as finding a solution!
The funny thing is that at the weekend, because I get so dog-gone tired of eggs every morning, I’ve taken to having beans on toast for breakfast. Now, if I’m being particularly strict, I don’t have it because it’s mostly carbohydrate but it hasn’t seemed to effect me. Of course that’s not now stopping me wondering why I feel odd this afternoon. Surely my breakfast on Saturday and Sunday isn’t affecting me now. It must be the two squares of chocolate (no, I didn’t even get to enjoy a whole bar) I treated myself to this morning. Now, there is a certain logic to having another piece. For example, and even though I’m not ravenously hungry, I could have another piece or two because I’m already feeling odd and it won’t make me feel better but it would be nice to have. I won’t have another piece, but I am tempted.
There was snow on the ground this morning. Well, when I say snow, there was almost a quarter of an inch that made the roads extremely treacherous because no one knows how to drive on snow here. I had no problems getting to work because 1) I wore my snow shoes and 2) my walk to the station was pretty clear. It was a bright sunshiny day here and the snow has all melted. Now that’s my kind of snow. It makes a brief appearance and makes me smile and then goes away again without being too scary. Soooooooo much better than having to shovel it!