Breakfast: Chicken sausages, 3, they had spinach and feta cheese in them
Lunch: Soup, crackers, dried cranberries
Snack: Pudding snack cups, 2, a nap
Dinner: Chocolate, according to the package: 2 servings, dried cranberries, according to the package: 2 servings
think that, since things are not ever, ever, ever...as in never...going
to get better around here, that I am going to begin a stress level
notation. I think that if no one bothers me, that the stress meter
would register a zero, and then go up from there to ten (10) if need
be. I should probably factor in work, although that has gone
beautifully for two years and even the worst day there would never have
increased my levels more than a point or two.
Family, and I
guess friends, well that might add something, but they rarely are
bothersome, as we all get along very well. I suppose an issue could
arise there, but I would be really surprised. Well, except for the two
that drink all the time, but we have an agreement that they cannot
contact me when they are intoxicated and they rarely violate that, for
which I am extremely grateful, because those conversations are so
painful for me. They are all drunk and everything and I am not thrilled
with how I handle the effects of that.
So, for today, I was at
home all day and the stress meter registers a 5. I might have to make a
little graphic for this, but not tonight.
Anyway, I can usually
eat the same thing for days and days at a time, but I think that I am
all soup-ed out. I really cannot even think about having my homemade
soup again for a while. I might be interested in a stew, though, so a
stop at the market on the way home from coffee tomorrow might be in
order. Maybe chili. Maybe not. Maybe more steak. Ahhhh. Or, maybe
the Asian market, where I can get lots of wonderful seafood and
beautiful vegetables. However, I will not be shopping for cow uterus
stew ingredients. Lots of excellent choices, well, except for the cow
I have these pudding cups in the refrigerator. They
are for work lunch, just in case I need a little something sweet to
finish my lunch stuff. I mostly end up throwing them away when I get
home, but once in a while they just look great when I am on an at-home
day, and today I had two of them, followed by a nap. A long nap. So,
when I finally got up a few hours ago, I was not hungry and still am
not. So, ate a few squares of chocolate and some dried cranberries
together and it was really, really good. Well, not a good dinner, but
I was thinking, just a few minutes ago that I
could make up for it, nutritionally, at breakfast tomorrow, but we are
meeting at a place that does pastries and breakfast pizza, neither of
which is what I should be eating, diabetes-wise. I will just have to
see how that goes.
Other than the stress things, a fairly
uneventful day, mostly because of the huge, honking nap in the middle of
everything. I did no divesting or sorting or cleaning of an
extraordinary nature, only two related things into the charity box. I
did make an attempt at cleaning the floors, but I think that my days of
down on my knees scrubbing are over, as in I never want to do that again
as long as I live. I wonder if those spiffy-swiffy floor cleaning
things work well in a house with cats. My daughter uses the one with
the wet spray thing, but I am not sure how well or economical it would
be to use it here. No carpeting, so lots
of floors to mop, some of which have to be waxed as well. Maybe just a
regular kind of sponge mop would work. Maybe divine inspiration will
come upon me in the housewares department at Walmart tomorrow.
van. It still needs to have the brake lines replaced. And, I am now
slightly paranoid about going anywhere with the darn thing. The repairs
done this week seem to be doing the job, but it still makes me nervous
and I am not taking any highways when I go to coffee tomorrow.
was, am, unable to find anyone to give me rides to and from work next
week, so I am dropping the van off at the repair shop and renting a car,
which I already shared, and I think it is a fine idea. A small price
to pay for some peace of mind.
Well, off to take a couple of
antihistamines and maybe finish the not-zombie book. I kind of like
it. It is light reading and that seems to suit me just fine right now.
I might even read more books by the same author. I am missing my
guilty pleasure images, but, I guess, not enough to make any. My heart
for them seems to be misplaced somewhere, or maybe it is hiding.