Tuesday, January 19, 2016
A Good Mood Is Sometimes A Mystery But Always A Miracle
I was in such a despairing mood last night, despite my good day with my children and grands that I got in bed before ten and then decided I'd better check the weather on my phone and I did, only to find out that it was supposed to get down into the upper twenties here which necessitated me getting out of my warm and cozy bed and throwing on some clothes and going out to the front porch to cover the plants still out there.
This did not make my mood one bit better.
I have been trying to do a bit of a wean off my antidepressant to see if that makes a difference in these horrible dreams I've been having. It's such a fine line, knowing whether life is better on them or off. Sometimes the dreams are so horrible that they affect all of my waking moments but sometimes my waking moments are so horrible from anxiety and depression that sleeping is the only thing I want to do.
It's a conundrum.
So anyway, last night I was thinking that no, this has not been a good idea but today I've woken up in one of the best moods I've been in in forever so who knows? Not me. Not me, baby. Not me.
But here I am and it is bright and cold and I've taken the trash and am on call to go help Lily if and when the clinic calls her back to bring Owen in.
Okay. So I want to talk about this new smart key thing that came with my Prius. I thought at first that it would be stupid but I have changed my mind. Do you realize how much time we spend fumbling for our keys? I had no idea. But now I do because I don't have to fumble for them anymore. As long as they're in my purse and my purse is in my possession or beside me in the car, I don't need to touch them. I can lock and unlock the car without even punching a button which is about the laziest thing I've ever said but it's wonderful. And all I have to do to start the car is to push the Power button.
So I have come around to thinking this is genius and I don't care how that makes me sound.
Goodness me. Jack just showed up for a bit of breakfast. I am starting to believe that this cat lives somewhere else. Or, at the very least, is a multiple-family opportunist. Mr. Moon and I are rethinking our plan on having his balls nipped off. I mean...what if he goes to his real home without his balls? Okay, so the world wouldn't come to an end but there would be confusion.
This all sounds so silly and shallow and rather pointless but so is my life sometimes.
Anything going on in your life you'd like to report in on?
I'd love to hear about it.
Yours Truly...Ms. Moon