Not Dead Yet
Jun. 1st, 2014 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3It's been a while...
Some things got better, some things got worse, some things... Some things stay the same.
I'm having problems with high blood pressure, which are the some problems I've had for a couple of decades with high BP, except now they are being taken more seriously.
Work is problematic. I've gone from making a really hard situation work into a totally new situation which is really hard and I might not be able to make it work. I'm feeling slightly better about this one, since it's become obvious that it's not about me, it's about, oh, lots of things. Politics, overselling before I got involved, a customer with their own (large, real) issues. Still, it was touch and go for a couple of weeks.
Some good things are happening. My finances are broadly good. The tax issues are still there, pushed out another year, but I'm still having to make the annoyingly virtuous decisions rather than the conveniently hedonistic ones. So no summer holiday planned yet. On the other hand, I did buy new art and a very fine looking Ganesha this month, so I'm not exactly penurious.
I'm walking 10,000 steps a day, and keeping (more or less) to the 5:2 diet, and I'm down about half a stone in the last month, so that feels good.
Prague was a good move, as ever. Bill and Radka took good care of me, and the city obliged with appropriate weather (grey and wet for the Jewish quarter, bright and sunny for the hills over the town).
I had what would have been a hilarious if it hadn't been sad episode with an ex, where I delivered a piece of correspondence to her because I thought it might be important, only to have it returned with her name scored out and "Mooney" written in instead. I can remember when I had a forename, but that was then and this is now. Coupled with her cutting me dead whenever we cross paths, I'm really, really keen never to see her again, and I never thought I'd say that.
I have a cold that won't go away - in fact, it's moved into my chest and it's making itself at home. Hopefully another 10 o'clock bedtime will help shift it.
Sorry if this sounds like a downer. I'm actually in far better shape than I was a couple of months ago (and posting is a good sign of that) but hey, it's a Sunday night, I have four and a half thousand steps still to take today.
It's shaping up to be an interesting summer...
Some things got better, some things got worse, some things... Some things stay the same.
I'm having problems with high blood pressure, which are the some problems I've had for a couple of decades with high BP, except now they are being taken more seriously.
Work is problematic. I've gone from making a really hard situation work into a totally new situation which is really hard and I might not be able to make it work. I'm feeling slightly better about this one, since it's become obvious that it's not about me, it's about, oh, lots of things. Politics, overselling before I got involved, a customer with their own (large, real) issues. Still, it was touch and go for a couple of weeks.
Some good things are happening. My finances are broadly good. The tax issues are still there, pushed out another year, but I'm still having to make the annoyingly virtuous decisions rather than the conveniently hedonistic ones. So no summer holiday planned yet. On the other hand, I did buy new art and a very fine looking Ganesha this month, so I'm not exactly penurious.
I'm walking 10,000 steps a day, and keeping (more or less) to the 5:2 diet, and I'm down about half a stone in the last month, so that feels good.
Prague was a good move, as ever. Bill and Radka took good care of me, and the city obliged with appropriate weather (grey and wet for the Jewish quarter, bright and sunny for the hills over the town).
I had what would have been a hilarious if it hadn't been sad episode with an ex, where I delivered a piece of correspondence to her because I thought it might be important, only to have it returned with her name scored out and "Mooney" written in instead. I can remember when I had a forename, but that was then and this is now. Coupled with her cutting me dead whenever we cross paths, I'm really, really keen never to see her again, and I never thought I'd say that.
I have a cold that won't go away - in fact, it's moved into my chest and it's making itself at home. Hopefully another 10 o'clock bedtime will help shift it.
Sorry if this sounds like a downer. I'm actually in far better shape than I was a couple of months ago (and posting is a good sign of that) but hey, it's a Sunday night, I have four and a half thousand steps still to take today.
It's shaping up to be an interesting summer...
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Date: 2014-06-02 01:28 am (UTC)Tyler and I think about Scotland all of the time. I had a dream that we were visiting you just the other night! In the dream, Ty became right spammer'd in the pub, and then was caught pilfering candy at the concession stand when we went to see a movie. The police came and hauled him off, you and I became separated, and then I was trying to find my way back to yours in the dark midnight hour of a rainy night in Glasgow.
Adventures. You and your wonderful homeland have stuck with us. I hope we'll get the chance to visit with you again in the next few years!
Love to you - and the Ganseha is GORGEOUS.
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Date: 2014-06-02 06:05 pm (UTC)