I'm still alive. I just don't feel like doing this lately. There are things to report, I suppose, but I'm still struggling with those blahs.
So...
At work - there are lots of changes and increased responsibilities for yours truly. I try not to dwell too much on work here, so I'll leave it at that for now.
At home - things are going well enough. I feel like I'm definitely not getting enough done for the holidays. It's a bit tough to get Bill to co-operate until the last minute, which I find nerve-wrecking, but no more so than trying to wrangle him into helping out with Christmas lists and what-not. He's willing to go into stores and pick up gifts, at least, and that's a blessing since I can't stand it.
My dad came to Memphis recently and he still seems to be doing pretty well. I guess I can take comfort in knowing that if my greatest fear is ever realized and I completely lose my mind, someone can reboot my head with some ECT, too.
I went to a party downtown last night. Saw a lot of familiar faces from the days when I lived downtown and owned a video store on South Main. I generally find that excruciating, so I wasted a lot of energy dreading the evening. It turned out to be a really great party overall, and I'm glad I went. I wish I had tried harder, used my time and the opportunity more wisely, not sabotaged myself into failing with that store - or maybe it just wasn't meant to be? I'm glad it's over, the store felt like such a cage, but well... it's the past, let's worry about the present or the future instead, right?
Had a really nice brunch at Cafe Ole - Bill & I invited Cheryl & Zoe to join us. That was a lot of fun, as always.
Tonight we're doing a neighborhood party thing, a progressive dinner, where you get to nose around all your neighbors houses and eat different courses of a meal. Well, all right, I admit it sounds a bit overwhelming to an introvert such as myself, but I want my neighbors to know that we're friendly, approachable people. I think I tend to either give people the impression that I'm not friendly/approachable or maybe no impression at all is closer to the truth. The people on this street seem to be very friendly with each other, I wouldn't mind if they were friendly with me, too.
The end of the year is weighing down on me, I have to be careful with myself.
Hey, next year (which is next month already) Bill and I are going to start trying to conceive.
"We figured there was too much happiness here for just the two of us, so we figured the next logical step was to have us a critter." I've visited my doctor for health screenings and a pep talk, recently. Did great on the health screenings, and now I'm popping prenatal vitamins daily to get a head start on everything (and I guess to see what happens when you add a stool softener to an already fiber-rich diet). I am a bit apprehensive about all of this; I spent most of my life declaring that I did not intend to reproduce, so I feel somewhat unprepared. I'm sure everything will work out for the best, however.
