One long week.

I'm not sure what made this week so brutal. It just seemed like mud. I don't know what I was expecting (perfection probably) but it definitely was not it. Good things did happen. I spent time with my mom (a couple hours even), I put our vegetable garden in, I got the strawberries planted, I moved some dirt, I ran my fastest time ever around Greenlake, I exercised the dogs more often than usual, I stuck to the detox diet (for the most part), I saw my best friend/adopted sister who I haven't seen in a couple years, Molly cleaned the shit out of the house on Sunday so it looks pretty nice, I got to go to a ballgame for free, I might have set up two good roommates for Rose. So, maybe it's the rain that's skewing things but I'm more fixated on the bad. Aubrey died. Molly woke up in agony with a migraine, on top of being at-home sick most of the week. I got almost zero done at work this week even though I was there a lot. The poor vegetables are turning yellow and have not grown because of the monsoon over the past three days (not to mention the big winds last night.) I've had some kickin' cramps, one session inspiring the ingesting of vicadin which I hate taking because it gives me a cruddy hangover. Lily peed on me this morning while I was trying to steal those last few minutes of sleep. I sort of fell off the lifting wagon this week. My mom called with nervous news yesterday that had/has me worried. So, I probably am being too pessimistic. But, sometimes weeks (or me, whatever) just take on a mind of their own and are a certain way. This was one of them. I ended up just coming home from work today and staying busy with chores all night. I passed on happy hour with Molly's co-workers and I passed on the rugby banquet (not drinking anyway) so I felt like a big old Loser for part of the night. But, I'm over that now. I'm going to shower and study a bit for the Tacoma test that's coming up. I have to work 9-6:30 tomorrow so I should get to bed soon anyway. Maybe a Storm game tomorrow night? Then the Furry 5k on Sunday morning and coop building for the rest of the day.

I am an old old woman. An old, gay, woman.