I slept last night. Seven glorious hours in a row. I feel sluggish and I awoke with a migraine, but other than that, yay! It’s 39 F, which feels warm to me. I’m going to do a short run tonight before the temp. drops off. I have to maintain the balance between keeping my weight up, and keeping my depression down. A short run twice a week will suffice for now. My short route is all within a park, so that’s nice. I got my cable reinstalled. Antenna TV was meh. I’ve been watching HGTV nonstop all day today. I missed it. I didn’t realize how much I missed surround sound, but I’m glad to have it back.
Now that I have a DVR, I forgot why I wanted it. There was a new show with Megan Mullally the other day, but it was at the same time as Big Bang Theory, so I missed it. I kicked my cat out of my bedroom completely last night. She keeps thinking it’s time to eat between 2 and 3 AM. When I tell her it’s not time, she whines, even though she has plenty of food in her bowl. I can’t stand for her to be unhappy, but I have to sleep. So I shooed her out and closed the door. It’s obvious that I sleep better when she’s not walking on me, or systematically knocking everything off every surface to get my attention. It amuses me, and then I laugh, and she interprets this as my agreeing that it’s playtime.
The second I opened my door when I awoke, she was right there waiting for me. So I fed her what she was anticipating: A spoonful of wet food. I give her this, plus a scoop of dry food every day. Her weight is good, and her coat is shiny with minimal shedding, so it’s working. I get her the Blue Buffalo Indoor cat food with LifeSource bits. She likes it well enough, but once in awhile I give her a handful of cheap dry food on top of her nutritious food as a treat. She loves it. It’s her version of junk food. When she eats, she purrs so loudly it’s funny. When I first got her, she wouldn’t eat unless I stood right there and assured her it was okay. That was heartbreaking. But she’s grown out of that.
She has her own bed underneath mine, but she only uses it if she’s cold, or if I’m watching a loud movie. She was in there this morning because I had my window cracked all night. I lay on top of my bed and pulled a corner of bedding back so I could see her. I stuck my hand down to pet her, and she bit it, but not hard. I got the message all the same, and retracted and left her alone while cracking up laughing. She came out soon after, and is in my lap as I type this. I really hit the jackpot with this cat. My nephew was teasing me because I call her so many things besides her name. Emmy, Emberling, Embers, Precious, Baby Girl, Sweetness, etc. Okay, he has a point.
My finger is healing nicely, but for some reason it still hurts. I think I may have a deep bruise. I did lob off a little chunk of my finger right on the tip, which sucks because I can’t play my violin or guitar. The thing that bothers me the most is that I don’t know what happened to the bit of finger that I lost. It probably stuck to my initial pressure dressing. It doesn’t hurt much to type, but it’s noticeable. I haven’t done anymore work on my quilt today. I’m thinking about rearranging some furniture, but I haven’t visualized what I want to change yet. My headache is tolerable now, but not gone. I just took some Excedrin Migraine, so I’m sure it’ll be gone soon.
I’m supposed to be searching for a sofa for my new place. Part of me is opposed to this because when I consider my lifestyle, a sofa is just a decoration. I sit on the floor on a cushion 99% of the time. When I get sick, which is rare, I make the sofa my island, so I suppose I’ll get one. My nephew wants to build built in wooden seating, but I said no. In my case, it would be built in bruisers. I need my space to be soft with nothing hard to clip a knee or foot on. I’ve broken my toes so many times it’s ridiculous. I tried to explain to him that my body is my avatar, and my ability to control it isn’t terribly good. Maintaining my balance and avoiding walls and furniture is my goal. When I run, I focus on the rhythm of my music, and my form. It makes me almost graceful when there’s no ice.
When I walk about, I must pay too much attention to my destination rather than to the journey. I’ve arranged my furniture to accommodate my clumsy nature. I need to start getting rid of stuff, though. It’s making me low level anxious. I’m going to pick a room and focus on getting rid of anything I don’t need or use, and go from there. I think I’ll start with my sewing/puzzle room. It will make moving so much easier if I am already rid of most of my excess stuff.