things are looking up

point 1: yesterday, for the first time in a long, long time, i actually had fun at work. and i was actually doing work, not playing around in the game room downstairs, thankyouverymuch. i think the thing i like so much about tech writing is that it's as much problem-solving as it is writing, and i love problem-solving.

point 2: i have lost an inch each off hips, chest, and waist since my last update. i think my metabolism has seriously kicked into gear. or maybe it's a result of the not-drinking experiment. (which is over on friday. anybody want to get drinks on friday?)

point3: my tomatoes have also kicked into overdrive. each one grew about 2" yesterday. the herbs are all doing beautifully except the basil, which is completely dead. according to the weather, though, after today things will warm up for real, so maybe this afternoon i'll pick up a new plant. my dill seeds are sprouting, though. no luck yet on the magic beans. the thai peppers are starting to grow. and i think i need to replant my mint -- it's still looking just as blighted as last year, even after i cut it to the ground and let it regrow. but overall, garden success is high.

so yeah, i'm feeling pretty damn good today.

spoon!

someone on my friendslist posted this url in a locked entry, but since i have no shame: The Spoon Theory. (dglenn, you especially should make a point of reading this.)

the article is a great explanation of what it's like living with any sort of chronic illness. the woman who wrote the article has lupus, but you can easily apply the theory to depression. or arthritis. or all sorts of other things.

i'm still recovering from last year's record spoon deficit. right now, it takes almost all my spoons just to make it through a day at work; until a couple of weeks ago, i was routinely running out of spoons before my day was through. taking a break from gaming helped replenish my spoon supply, but i had to make a crappy choice: give up a regular social activity (good), or be completely wiped out the day after (bad).

i make choices like that every day. i rejoice every morning i wake up feeling like i have enough spoons to break even (which has never been an everyday thing, as far back as i can remember), but when i get a spoon ahead, i have to decide: use it to do something fun or relaxing, or to catch up on the deplorable state of my apartment?

i just keep telling myself cat puke is like a blonde: the older it gets, the easier it is to pick up.