Hey, Posse! I’m STILL busted – not as bad as the past few weeks. But I’ve got just a few minutes before I have to stop typing – sigh. But! Doing some new ‘modalities’ (heh) – including my Very Best New Favorite Best Friend, where I grab a pull down weight (around 70lbs), sit down… and just hang there, head dropped with my arms parallel to my body (as opposed to a wide pull down). No movement – just sitting there, allowing my shoulder to think about what it’s done. Sweatergawd! You can hear every vertebrae just realigning. When not at the gym I use the top of a door frame. It’s really helping. Looks weird, though.
My goal, though? Sleep. Sleep is the New Seckx, as you’ve heard me say oh, so many times. A night of Hot Monkey Sex with Idris Elba or a full, pain-free, refreshing night’s sleep? Hate to say it.. but! Buh-bye Idris.
Not quite there, yet. Either with Idris or the much-desired sleep. But it’s getting better.
It’s Hoth-level cold out there – right in the middle of that ridiculously deadly storm. High of -9F today, with 45mph winds. M. Jacques (who sends his love) is freezing his doggy doodle off but has figured out that Haste is his New Best Friend. Poop/pee in record time, then a mad dash back to the door. Smart dog. We’re surviving, even with town-wide power outages. Reminder: get your Go Bags sorted. Not that you have to actually GO! (go where? it’s -9F with 45mph gusts) but have your flashlights and batteries/candles/etc at the ready. I had some fumbling last night – and it was embarrassing. Go Bag was a no-go. Luckily I got all the jarred candles lit – but omg. They were ALL scented. All. Of. Them.
Even MORE embarrassing? Welp! I’d set out some unscented tealights (in clear bowls) but in the weirdness, completely forgot about them, even though they were sitting right next to all the ::cough:: scented candles.
Do a drill every month, just to remember where your flashlights are andget some unscented jarred candles. I am not a fan of tapers for anything other than dinner. But 3 Amouage candles going at once is a bit much, olfactorially. Trust me.
So. Tell me what’s going on with you? Are you in the midst of this storm or are you sitting on a beach somewhere, sipping a mimosa? I do hope it’s the mimosa because -9F with 45mph winds kinda sucks.
Once this shoulder thing subsides I’ll have M. Jacques poke a pawnail and we’ll pick a story winner! Then, when the storm subsides, we’ll get the stuff to the PO. My bfffe said it’s supposed to be in the FIFTIES next week? Huh.
Wake me up when that happens.
I love you all. buh-bye (for now) Buh bye, Idris. Mama loves you – just not as much as she loves a good night’s sleep!