From here, Saturday felt like a Sunday well into the evening. It was a feeling that I couldn’t shake no matter what we did. I got the kids outside in the morning and fixed the problem of “I don’t know how to use the weed trimmer.” They’ll be handling that task more regularly going forward. Tipper then asked for pancakes for lunch, which sounded like a good idea. I botched the pan temperature, though, and the first four stuck to the pan. One was so bad I had to feed it to the dogs. By the time that was all done, I needed a nap.
Nausea hit later in the afternoon. No idea why, really, Normally, if it’s chemo-related, it happens in relative proximity to taking the pills. The Gang of Five curled up around me on the bed, though, and we got through it. They proceeded to hang around through dinner, disappointed that I didn’t toss them scraps. They tend to be that way.
Not very exciting, is it? No, I didn’t watch the Derby, though I understand the photo finish was exciting. I just can’t get into the big hats and big attitude and, oh yeah, the cruelty to horses. I know the industry has changed a lot in the past few years, but there are still too many horses having to be put down because of injuries on the track. Sorry, not supporting that environment.
We’ll mow this morning while I continue to curse the racism and environmental destruction of zoning laws. The zoning maggot was out in his car on Friday, cruising the neighborhood and taking notes. Fortunately, I suppose, I’m not the kind of person who thinks violence is a solution to governmental problems. But don’t expect me to keep my mouth shut about it, either.
I’m waiting for life to be fun again. I’d settle for a walk in the park this afternoon, but Kat probably won’t be home in time. There are too many days, like today, when I feel as though we’re merely existing, not living. I don’t suppose anyone would let me take their picture with the RAW setting on my phone, would they?
Give me some inspiration in the comments below, please. I need something to keep me going.