If you really know me, it is no secret that I take on other’s emotions. If one of my friends is hurting, I am hurting. It doesn’t take much to get me worked up in regard to my own issues, but I can go from zero to one hundred mighty quick when someone else is telling me their problems.
Somehow I have gathered myself this weekend and forced myself to do some of the things that I needed to do–take myself on a date (I went and saw The Mule, which was an excellent movie), tackle some laundry, break out the vacuum cleaner, and a multitude of other cleaning tasks. I still haven’t managed to knock out all that I need to, but it’s certainly a start. I’ll never be on the cover of Good Housekeeping and I wouldn’t eat off my floors (well, I wouldn’t eat off of anyone’s floors to be honest), but it’s mostly presentable now.
I’m getting my car inspected tomorrow and I need to take away far too many Amazon boxes to the recycling. I also have to hit WalMart to pick up a prescription and I need to get some more guinea pig hay. It’s been good to kind of soul search this weekend, but to also lose myself in some monotonous, boring tasks.
I’ve managed to find time for Netflix and I’m working on my book. It’s not as good as I thought it would be. I should have realized that once I started reading that I wouldn’t particularly care for it. It’s one where the point of view switches back and forth, which makes it hard for me to keep up with. I’ve made it far enough where I might as well finish it, but it’s been slow going.
A few snaps (I finally got the photo issue I was having figured out):
I’m going to see if I can lose myself for a while in the Netflix series I have been plowing through, Heartland. Being around girls who are horse obsessed (I guess everyone goes through that stage?) has made this show even more interesting. I remember reading some of the Heartland books when I was a kid, too.