Bad then good

Yesterday was a bad day.

I tried to write about it, but I was unable to wrestle it into a more palatable form that wouldn't leave me curled up into a ball weeping. Suffice it to say, Dad had to drive to or from my office eight times yesterday, and Mom said "Goddammit" twice.

But ... (I am doing my Pollyanna-best).

I slept all through the night.

No jumpy legs, no full bladder, nothing.

I closed my eyes after Forever and opened them after my alarm went off.

Not bad. It doesn't make up for the crappy day, though.

I'm scarring the kids

My little sister's name is not Eudora, but let's pretend for a moment.

I needed her today to help with Matt's version of a Wardrobe Malfunction, which is really a bladder malfunction. But when I called out to her, my niece answered.

She's not here, she said, but you've got mini-Eudora.

She quickly realized the situation was out of her league and helped me call Mom, although there was a little misunderstanding that led to her calling her mom.

Mom quickly fixed me up, and my niece doesn't appear ruined, but geez, what am I doing?

Great teeth

For the first time in 40-some years of dentist visits, I did not get into the dentist chair yesterday.

That was fine, the hygienist said, "I'm used to cleaning teeth standing up."

So she did. I reclined my chair and hung my head back. It wasn't real comfortable, but it worked. And it is quite cook when people go out of their way for you.

It didn't hurt that both the hygienist and the dentist both told me I had great teeth.

F*$# February

Far be it from me to question a poet like T.S. Eliot, but I am pretty sure February, not April, is the cruelest month.

More often than not, I just feel like crying.

I'm cold. I recently tried wearing my sister's half gloves to keep my hands warm while typing. They were a little frilly and I took a lot of grief.  They did sort of work, but I got tired of taking them off whenever I went to the bathroom.

I'm tired. The recent snow brought back my jumpy feet.

I've felt out of breath for no particular reason lately twice, and Mom remembered it happened last February, too. I find it especially annoying because I recover and then have to do something really strenuous like getting out of bed that legitimately wears me out.

I hate that it is dark, too.

I need summer.

I wish I could say snow what

I was already to write something, but the falling snow has sapped my energy to write.

I know I'll survive the storm -- this one and any others thrown at me -- but I am tired of just surviving.  I want more.

The snow doesn't scare me -- I am warm and can telework fine -- but it wears me out. Who wants that?