Keep Moving Monday

A two day week will be a fast week.  I am looking forward to having time off.  I can get a hair cut and make my one eyebrow into two.

Yesterday was fine.  It's a mixed feeling with birthdays as you get older.  You can get depressed thinking well, here I am and my life sucks.  I've done that too many years.  I can't really go oh, wow this was so magical when it wasn't.  It was a nice day.  I was happy for nice weather. I was happy for a free drink at Starbucks.  A barista talked to me so I guess someone did engage in conversation with me. I did see people my age talking so I guess it's not all college students.  

I did get a couple of pair of funny socks from Corinne.  She was quite the sock afficionado when we worked together.  I got to admit I love the socks but the socks didn't love my skin.  Stupid eczema.  I had to take them off at some point in the day.  I hate that.  It seems like some of the fabrics in socks don't sit well with my skin.  I'll still wear them.  Cute cat socks. I do love a cat sock! 

I feel kind of overwhelmed with my new work load.  Things shifted and some things are better but I got new responsibilities that can make things a little crazy and I think the lurker would love to step in and take over my area.  I'm so tired of that person.

I was having some mixed feelings about my hair going gray.  I felt like super old when I was in Dollar Tree last week.  I'll admit sitting in front of a computer all day, wearing my cat t-shirt and sweatshirt hoodie maybe added age onto me.  It kind of looks like I'm becoming blonde again.  My mom told me if I felt funny about it, get it colored.  No, I kind of want to see what happens.  It's not easy to see yourself transform like that.  I don't think I'm a vain person but I don't know if I'm ready for this.  It seems like it's becoming more blonde and silverish.  I'll stay tuned.  

I hope the good humans have a good day. 

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