Perspective
I woke this morning still tired, still coughing, still sniffing, and still not running on day 12 of the Cold from Hell. I did a bit on the treadmill at Killer’s on Friday but had to keep slowing so I could hack up more of my insides. We have a huge yard for which I’m extremely grateful, the beauty, the trees, birds and squirrels, very blessed. We spent two hours yesterday raking leaves and got about 1/20th of the yard done. Today is the last nice weather for most of the week and I will not be doing yardwork as I have to work. I’m going to be doing the damn leaves until May. Hubs’ idea of doing leaves is vacuuming up the stuff in the flat part of the yard with the mower and filling a garbage can weekly, sometimes getting a couple extra bags filled if he has enough time. His spare time weekly totals about 3 hours so you can see that at that rate we’ll be done doing the 2013 leaves in about 2018. I’m watching my body age and change and I don’t like it. I don’t like how clothes fit differently. I don’t like that everything is sliding slowly, inexorably, toward the floor. I don’t like feeling even more tired even more often. Hubs asks, why are you so tired? I DON’T KNOW. The cat is peeing in that spot on the carpet again which indicates the UTI is no better or she’s stuck in a bad habit. Since she’s also bogarting the floor heating vent I’m going with the UTI. I don’t know what else to do. I keep a huge towel in the spot, the only compromise I can come up with unless I throw the cat away, which some people might suggest but it kinda goes against my personal theology to throw away living things which fail to meet my expectations, although I will indulge my occasional and extremely poor coping mechanism of throwing several very loud F bombs around the house. This probably only serves to create more peeing when I scare the cat with my screaming so there’s another fail.
I am stuck in a funk.
The idea of coaxing anyone out of a funk by showing them evidence that someone else definitely has it worse is, to me, ineffective. If you are having a bad day, you’re having a bad day. Who knows what else is going on in someone’s life? Who knows what else is going on my life? (Right, not a very good personal argument since I spew my life all over the interworldweb like I currently spew coughs, but we’ll assume a lot of people do have things in their lives about which we are not aware.)
However….
This is my friend’s son:
This article is copyrighted by the Commercial Appeal and I’ve linked the article in the quote above.
I’m not much of one to ask people to donate money, however, if you are currently considering supporting St. Jude, please consider doing so through Kevin’s page.
Meanwhile I’m going to get things ready for today’s race. I’m going to wear my Adidas to the race and I’m going to get a little jog in this sunny day while the runners are out on the course. If I have to stop and cough a bunch of crap out, tough sh*t. When I get home I will rake leaves for whatever daylight remains. The cat can pee on the towel, we’ll all live through it, and I will once again move the towel 6 inches closer to the litter box every couple days until she’s back using the box; it will probably cost about a minute of my life.
11:15am update: Heading to the race site. When I first looked at Kevin’s page he was 12% of goal; he is currently 16% of goal!
5:45pm update: He’s at 25% of goal!
