We're home from our mad-dash-drive east to Boston via NY State where I got to spend an evening with a dear friend and her equally dear family. Seven days and Thanksgiving with my family, hosted by my sister -- meal cooked by the two of us. Codeine every night but last night to deal with The Cough That Won't Go Away. Chris drove all but an hour or so on the way home today — took us 12 hours. He's a machine. I'm incoherently blogging and watching Prairie Home Companion while waiting for Tyler to come home from the movies. We weren't home ten minutes and he had an invite from friends and dashed right out the door.
Was good to see my family. Lots of great conversations. Good food. Kids being breathtakingly charming. Glad to be home tho. Even if the elves did not sneak in and clean it. Or paint the walls like I not-so-secretly hoped.
I feel like one of those old ladies who talks about nothing but her ailments. But people, I'm sick again. That weekend ear infection that I got rid of with garlic/mullein oil has now settled in my chest and I'm barking like a dog/seal. Arf. I have meetings all day today, so can't stay home, but I"m for sure loading up my flash drive with files and working from the comfort of here tomorrow.
I forgot how much I hate bronchitis season.
Say a prayer if you inclined to such things for my stepdad. He broke his ankle over the weekend (in 4 places) and is having one of several surgeries today to begin the rebuilding. He waited too long to get treatment and tissue is compromised. Also, there's a high risk that when they tourniquet the leg, the pressure could cause the aneurysm in his groin to blow. Which would be fatal.
Good gosh golly, but it's been a crazy couple of months for my family. It feels like one of those soap opera families that I always joked about. There's always one I end up working with who has to take a ton of time off to deal with this crisis and that crisis. We call them shit magnets. Might be maybe my karma coming back around to bite me in the ass.
And let's not forget how weird it is that I first fractured a bone in my foot and sprained my ankle the weekend before. I've become human foreshadowing.
Urgh to the Grrr to the Ack.
I'm tired of stress being the background beat to my life. I'm sick of worrying. Of having to work so hard to drop out of that highly vibratory space of worry and anxiety and rush a thousand times a day in order to find the calm to keep plodding forward. Everyone around me is in the exact same state of **zzzwwweeeeeeggggzzzzz** and attempting the high wire on too little sleep and too much caffeine.
I went to bed at ten after eight last night, and I tell you when I heard Chris rumble down the drive at 5:30, I felt as if I could have slept for another five hours. But I got up so I could do a tiny bit of writing and have a cuppa.
I think I need to quit my beloved caffeine. I really don't know how to do it, but I'm sure it's turning the volume up to 11. OK. Just...after I finish this cup.
Ten years ago I was in energy healing school and I meditated every day and did Qi Gong and yoga and now I just eat, sleep, work, pray and yeah...worry. And it feels as if time is going by so much faster than it ever did before. I mean, honestly...wasn't I just on a plane five minutes ago on my way back from MA? And here it is Friday morning again? I don't know. I think I must be missing something.
