Last night, my Darling Wife and I went to a bonfire hosted by some friends.
I had a blast, thought it wasn’t the smoothest evening. It’s always nice to be around others that share hobbies or are like minded. And, let’s be honest, things afire delights some primitive little monkey part of my mind that just enjoys the sky shiny boom things. And, on a cold night, who doesn’t like a bonfire? I was reminded that I am terrible at remembering to introduce people to one another. Whoops!
As for goals, I got to make one of my weekend goals on a Monday! Napping. Naps are wonderful things when you have Fibromyalgia. Or maybe just in general. Especially when you have an Insomnia Goblin that likes hanging around for weeks on end. It doesn’t help that it seems I caught a bit of a cough after being surrounded by a thousand different allergens and people for several hours. Who’d have thunk?
Oh well. I made it through most of the holiday season without getting ill, so that is a personal achievement for me. Before I had a job with insurance, I ended up with walking pneumonia bad enough to permanently scar my left lung. Doing much better these days, generally. I mean, I still have Percy the Endometrial Polyp making my life hell, and I’m finding fun and new interesting things that I’ve developed allergies to… please do note the sarcasm there.
My holidays were relatively calm. The non-gift highlight was a massive slice of pumpkin pie. It was served properly: under a massive mountain of extra creamy, real whipped cream.
I’ve also cut and colored my hair, with help from my Darling Wife. Pics likely on Instagram or something when I get around to it.
It’s a little holiday/climate change miracle: they’re calling for snow in the Tampa Bay Area this week. As it is, the temperatures currently are not subtropical in nature. I think tonight it gets down into the 20s. I am very excited. And glad for the heating pad.
Between the pre-write planning and this little blog entry, I should have around 300 words for the day, but I will confirm for certain tomorrow. Or perhaps at the end of the week. Whenever I get time to do so.
Speaking of time, I need to stop tapping and start sleeping. That morning alarm clock will go off way too early no matter what I do. Sleep well, all, and Happy New Year!
Eva Phoenix: 2018 and Beyond 