That’s Jenny at her new workspace and Lani in the kitchen while they madly discuss Keurig coffee makers (the rental came with one and we’re all in love). That’s me looking skeptical. Don’t know why I’m skeptical, but I am.
I’ve been eating like a pig. Not buying anything fattening, just eating everything provided. But I had a salad for lunch and a low-cal sandwich for dinner, so things are good. Gotta get back on track.
I even got 1000 words written yesterday. Gotta find some time today, and starting tomorrow I hunker down. Maybe I’ll go downstairs and see if there’s a good spot for me to work.
The depression is back. I don’t think it went away, but I was just so busy being sick and packing stuff up and helping with the move that I haven’t held still long enough to feel it. It first hit me again when I was swimming at the hotel, and it’s hovering around my shoulders like a bad angel (and not the sexy kind). However, things are going well at home, and the good news is I know I can feel better. Back when I saw the doctor I didn’t feel like this was going to pass. Now I know it will. Intellectually, at least.
The one thing I don’t want to do is bring Jenny down. She’s under so much stress, and chipperish-speaking Lani leaves tomorrow, and I’m worried I’ll not only fail as a cheerleader but I’ll bring her down too.
Ah, well. I yam what I yam. Gotta bring in the bags of stuff and go through them, because it sounds like my son is coming down with Richie to pick me up, and there’s not going to be massive room in the car. I mainly scored Christmas presents so I’ll make sure those get back.
In the meantime, I suppose I need three things that make me happy. Jenny being out of the rut she was stuck in. Spending time with Lani. Uh … hell, pumpkin muffin tops from Panera. But I gotta get away from food making me happy, damn it.
I got a great email from my BFF, telling me I gotta think about me right now, and not saving everyone else. And damn, she’s right. I really have to concentrate on me.