it's that time of year when the earth feels like it's dying. september was warm, and then as soon as october hit, wham, it's cold. no gradual warm to cool, it felt like it went from 80 degrees to 40 degrees.
as a result our furnace kicks on. since i'm not ready to up the gas bill, i turned the thermostat back to 60. the yarn harlot has her furnace wars - i have my thermostat wars. i hate giving in to the damn thing and keep the place as cool as we can stand it.
however, i haven't been ready to relinquish my short yoga pants and t-shirts. nope. yesterday i grudgingly wore a pair of khakis and a pair of my socks (which i think are shrinking and felting in the wash). today was the same. i bundle up in an afghan and a sweatshirt, denying the fact that i prolly should turn up the thermostat. but last year's gas bill was low, and pg energy actually owed US money, so i'm going for it for a second year.
i also gave in to burning a candle to get rid of the stinky kitchen smell. i begrudge doing this too during warm weather. candles are so warm! but when i came downstairs after my bath, i could smell asparagus, so i lit my beeswax candle. it's about an inch tall and i should replace it.
i used to have problems with SAD in the cold months. before i had the boy, my life basically stopped after bloom fair, and with exception of halloween, thanksgiving and christmas, i felt like i should hibernate until my birthday in march. after i met hubby, i inched it to valentine's day. after i had the boy, my depression seemed to lift and i no longer felt as depressed about fall and winter. this year feels different tho. i feel more down than usual. no gumption. cold all the time. maybe it has something to do with the miscarriage, maybe the fact that the boy is growing up. maybe the fact that the world is totally FUBAR right now and i have no control over it.
talk about feeling powerless. i am astonished that the bailout bill passed with so much pork to choke a horse. so disgusting. i don't know how politicians can pass something that pathetic. it's bad enough that they're (read: WE) bailing out the dumb nuts who have no self control or common sense. now we have to pay for stuff that has no business getting any money! i just don't get it.
i have to finish one praying hands dishcloth, then hopefully make the red one. i also have half a burp cloth made, i have to make another one for the set. guess i gotta get off my ass and work it.
speaking of working my ass, i swam on thursday and went for 30 (32 if i miscounted) laps. yesterday when i put on my khakis, they were actually a bit loose. they were tight last spring. i guess i finally lost the 5 pounds from baby a. or maybe 2 weeks of chronic diarrhea finally had a positive effect on me.
as a result our furnace kicks on. since i'm not ready to up the gas bill, i turned the thermostat back to 60. the yarn harlot has her furnace wars - i have my thermostat wars. i hate giving in to the damn thing and keep the place as cool as we can stand it.
however, i haven't been ready to relinquish my short yoga pants and t-shirts. nope. yesterday i grudgingly wore a pair of khakis and a pair of my socks (which i think are shrinking and felting in the wash). today was the same. i bundle up in an afghan and a sweatshirt, denying the fact that i prolly should turn up the thermostat. but last year's gas bill was low, and pg energy actually owed US money, so i'm going for it for a second year.
i also gave in to burning a candle to get rid of the stinky kitchen smell. i begrudge doing this too during warm weather. candles are so warm! but when i came downstairs after my bath, i could smell asparagus, so i lit my beeswax candle. it's about an inch tall and i should replace it.
i used to have problems with SAD in the cold months. before i had the boy, my life basically stopped after bloom fair, and with exception of halloween, thanksgiving and christmas, i felt like i should hibernate until my birthday in march. after i met hubby, i inched it to valentine's day. after i had the boy, my depression seemed to lift and i no longer felt as depressed about fall and winter. this year feels different tho. i feel more down than usual. no gumption. cold all the time. maybe it has something to do with the miscarriage, maybe the fact that the boy is growing up. maybe the fact that the world is totally FUBAR right now and i have no control over it.
talk about feeling powerless. i am astonished that the bailout bill passed with so much pork to choke a horse. so disgusting. i don't know how politicians can pass something that pathetic. it's bad enough that they're (read: WE) bailing out the dumb nuts who have no self control or common sense. now we have to pay for stuff that has no business getting any money! i just don't get it.
i have to finish one praying hands dishcloth, then hopefully make the red one. i also have half a burp cloth made, i have to make another one for the set. guess i gotta get off my ass and work it.
speaking of working my ass, i swam on thursday and went for 30 (32 if i miscounted) laps. yesterday when i put on my khakis, they were actually a bit loose. they were tight last spring. i guess i finally lost the 5 pounds from baby a. or maybe 2 weeks of chronic diarrhea finally had a positive effect on me.
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