So, the good people in the Rockaway Housing Field Office have received the last piece of everything they needed from me as of this afternoon, I took a friend and her daughter out to breakfast for Mother’s Day, and got a text back from my own Mom, as well. So… Given some currently existing circumstances, all in all, not a bad day. “I think I might have tapeworm though!”
After taking my friend and her daughter out for breakfast this morning, they unexpectedly invited me to have pizza for dinner with them this evening. I only had three slices of pepperoni pizza and two garlic knots for dinner. But this morning… “Four McDonalds breakfast sandwiches and a hash-brown?”
I got out of bed around quarter to five this morning, feeling like I’d gotten a reasonable amount of sleep. I then put the coffee on, had an orange and spun for twenty minutes. I did some checking of things online after that, made a phone call to a friend in PA, before firing off a bunch of texts to the mom’s I know, wishing them a Happy Mother’s Day before heading out to meet my friends for breakfast.
I returned home, running a meditation and crashing for another two hours before dealing with the Housing Program stuff and jumping in the shower. “Then I was off again for the evening, not getting in until a little after 8:00 PM!”
I did another twenty minutes of spin after getting my coffee maker ready for tomorrow morning. I picked up from where I left off with my rereading of The Secret Circle series by L.J. Smith, too, having decided to take a break from Tom Clancy’s Executive orders for the sake of my mental health. “It’s a good series!”
Ok… I like the first three books that were actually written by L.J. Smith. I never read the other three books and have no desire to after reading the honest reviews, which included a few spoiler alerts. “I can understand why L.J. Smith might have run into trouble with The CW.”
Despite the weather today, I feel ok. I did feel a dip in mood a while after my spin this morning, but it wasn’t unexpected nor was it as extreme as it was yesterday.
I can do this Depression thing and win. I just need to figure out a few daily rituals that will work consistently for me without fail. Come hell or high water, “I will do that!”