Being sick sucks. That is all.

If you need an explanation for the title of this blog, here you go. I pulled a muscle in my sleep last night. Well, I wasn't really asleep; I was kind of half awake, and I felt when I did it. It's a muscle that I always have trouble with - between my neck and my shoulder - could be the trapezius if it's on the side, not just the back. Anyway, I don't know if I was doing windmills in my half-sleep or what, but WOW it hurt. It seems to have worked itself out during the rest of the night though, just a little sore this morning.  

Yeah, whatever.

I'm feeling all disconnected and emotionally ick tonight. Sigh. Also, the cold weather has made the skin on my hands crack; bottles of lotion have not made a dent. My thumb hurts and the crack on the side of it makes it hard to hit the space button. Double sigh. 

Maybe it will be better tomorrow. Lotion for the hands, then sleep, then a chance for a better, pain free tomorrow. Here's hoping...I wonder if that sentiment makes me optimistic or just stupid? But then my dog sniffs me like I might be some sort of imposter, and it makes me laugh and feel better. An optimist (against all odds), then, I guess.

So the house went on the market around noon yesterday and it's being shown today - gulp. My parents house in Jacksonville sold in like 2 days. I want the house to sell, and all, but not so fast!

I have on the most insane high heels right now, and they're actually comfortable. We'll see how I feel about 10 tonight (or five minutes from now for that matter).

If you could see me now...

...you would see me, near tears and close to hysterics, hopping from foot to foot and shaking my hands like I'm trying to dry them, all the while shouting "eww eww eww eww eww EWW!!!"

I dropped poop on my shoe. I'm traumatized. I've become a lot more zen about gross stuff since I got Elsa, but poop on the shoe is not something I can meditate away. I DROPPED POOP ON MY SHOE!!!

Eww eww eww eww eww eww eww. I thought I needed new shoes, and now I'm convinced I do.

It's such a beautiful day, and I can't get my arse off the couch. I have lots of pleasing outdoor activities to attend to; I just have to make it out the door. Cleaning and laundry can wait, right? Sun and 60 degree weather are much more pressing.

OK, here I go.

I think today is the perfect day to try out my new orange retro looking Auburn hoodie. 

But really, why don't eyeballs get cold?

I think this video - and the song that goes with it - is just lovely. Hope you enjoy it.

Why don't eyeballs get cold?