You know what? Jimmy crack corn and I don’t care.

Today was a good day.  I’m home, and I slept last night.  My sister wants me to postpone my move while she’s ill.  Even typing that made me smile.  It’s like a huge boulder was lifted off my panic button.  So instead of flying back and forth to Denver, I’ll be flying back and forth to NYC.  Considering the weekend bombing incident, you’d think that would be more stressful, but it’s not.  Visiting NYC is disorienting, but not nearly as stressful.  I didn’t hear anything, and was unaware of the incident until I saw a tweet about it.  My first thought was that someone should probably check on Taylor Swift.  I think it happened in her hood, but I’m not sure, as I don’t pay attention.

I need to meet with my therapist soon, so I can figure out a new plan.  Right now, I feel stressless because the pressure is off.  But I know that soon I’ll begin to worry about how long I have before the pressure returns.  I truly excel at worrying.  Sadly, it’s a bug, not a feature.  Speaking of bugs, I had to take a moment earlier, and do some mental math in order to sidestep a meltdown over the apps I used to utilize on my iPhone.  I have zero tolerance for app devs who fail to update their apps within 24 hours of an OS update.  I had to switch to pushups, because mental math wasn’t enough.  I should probably work on my intolerance for incompetent code monkeys…  Not today.

I have to work on my shower routine.  My showers are taking over 40 minutes, and far too much of that time is spent thinking and not washing.  I use a graphic prompt sheet, but I tend to do a step, think about something, realize I’ve been thinking about something for a while, do another step, etc.  I need to figure out a way to either get all my thinking done on my run before, or think and clean simultaneously.  I remember having only a few minutes to shower in basic training, and managing to make it work.  I cheated, and streaked through the showers when it wasn’t my turn just to get wet, then I’d soap up in line.  (The other women didn’t seem to mind, but I suspect it’s because half the time I would slip, fall, and amuse them).

I’m so ready for summer to be over.  I want a fall where I can leave my windows open 24/7, not this 80° F shit we’re having.  At least I can have them open at night now.  I can’t wait for winter.  I hope we get a lot of snow this year.  Not so much that we have floods in the spring, but just short of that would be nice.  I changed up the art in my home office today, since I worked from home again.  I’ve been doing that a lot of late, but usually because I’m out of town at the time.  Today I just took so long to get ready, I didn’t bother.  It just occurred to me that part of the problem is the fact that there are no consequences if I take too long to get ready.  In the Army, I was 15 minutes early for everything.  I like having flex hours, but we only do that because we all have different times when we’re most productive.  The overlap is significant enough, and we mostly communicate by Skype, anyway.

My productivity doesn’t vary much, as I love to work.  For me, it’s more a matter of waiting until traffic dies down a bit before I drive there.  I’m not a good driver, so I have a lot of extra rules to compensate.  I hate that my biggest problem when driving is the impatience of other drivers.  My refusal to exceed the speed limit might end up being the cause of my premature demise one day.  It’s mind boggling to me how upset this makes some people.  It’s like there’s an unwritten law that everyone should drive at least 5 MPH over the speed limit, and anyone who doesn’t play along is a road rage trigger.  Madness, I tell you.

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