Climbing the Walls

So, I catch up on the phone with my cousin last night and we round off the conversation with her telling me that "Marley & Me" is on later.  Just what I need to draw a close to a crappy day... a sob fest.  At least I'll know to bring tissues, not like when I watched "Step Mom" for the first time and thought it was going to be a comedy.

There are a few things that are mine, well, my go to things.  Candles.  I'm lit by the glow of a tiny forest of candles in the fireplace, probably over indulged... it's a little warm, but it'll cheer me up. 

Going out for coffee, to perch on my stool at my welcoming place... and to write.  Let's not talk about that today.

And...

I'm thinking, what else?

So, after giving myself a headache... from all the dog related sobbing.  I started to get ready for bed.  As I was hanging out of the patio, brushing my teeth, doesn't everyone do that?  It was cool, very breezy and overcast but the very tops of the bustling trees were tinged with gold from the setting sun.  Beautiful.

I woke late for a Sunday.  Lazed around for a while, had breakfast, jogged for 90 minutes, blitzed the bathroom, showered then had a scone.  Then  had another scone.

B called and asked if I'd been out, I tried not to growl too loudly.  Bathroom is done, kitchen is half done.  Seems like a really long day.

I was faced with a not pleasant walk to catch the bus in the morning.  I haven't even contemplated that walk for probably 20 years, (it's the type you get mugged on these days.)  Still, while I probably wouldn't attempt it if it was dark, I was ready for the challenge, and had a couple of strategic items ready to stuff into my pockets before I left.  That was, until B phoned back this afternoon to insist she give me a lift as she'd feel better. (We'd already had a long conversation about this earlier, and I thought I'd won.)  I must admit that if this weather keeps up, I would have been soaked even before I'd have got to work.  I will however have my bus adventure on the way home and yes I know... try not to sit next to any crazy people.  It would give me something to write about next week though.

Speaking of which.  Depending on how the week goes, I may treat myself to a coffee one evening in my usual haunt, I feel most deprived today.

Time to light some candles.