I am alive.
But, I have had some writer's constipation, I guess.
I have been busy most days at the store, and when I get home, I am filthy and exhausted.
It takes all the motivation I have to force my nasty self into the shower.
Blogging is just not at the top of my list as of late, no offense to you.
You know how I feel about you. You brighten my day. You help me de-clutter my brain. You are like my online scrapbook. But, I don't want to write crappy posts here just to be hittin' 'publish'.
You know how I feel about you. You brighten my day. You help me de-clutter my brain. You are like my online scrapbook. But, I don't want to write crappy posts here just to be hittin' 'publish'.
Know what I'm sayin?
Since I've abandoned you a bit here lately, I will let you know a bit about what's been goin' on in my neck of the woods. The weather has been cray. We had sleet/freezing rain, and schools closing early. Then, two days later, temps in the 70s and I'm sweatin' in my rain boots. Last night, I was driving home, and it went from barely a sprinkle to pouring buckets and I could barely see five feet in front of my car. Lots of people turned their hazard lights on. I was doin' 40 mph in a 55 zone. It was scurry.
I did go to acupuncture because a nasty case of carpal tunnel seems to have surfaced. Now, don't take this the wrong way, but you are mostly to blame. She put some needles in, then turned on some electricity. Don't worry, it didn't hurt. I just felt a tiny twitching between my thumb and pointer finger, kind of like when you get an eye twitch.
There is good news though: I can keep blogging all I want, but I need to get a gel wrist pad so that my wrist isn't mashed flat against the laptop, cutting off the circulation/nerve. Also, turns out I have been sitting totally wrong. Ideally, my wrists should stay flat with my forearm, and be lower than my elbow, not higher.
Oops. So, we can still be friends, we are just going to have to make some adjustments.
The rest of the good news is that she thinks it's totally reversible. Meanwhile, I had an emotional derailment where I swore that my diabetes was causing neuropathy that was screwing up my wrist. Whew! Glad I was wrong about that one.
Now, if you will excuse me, I want to go read some of my bloggy friends' posts because I been virtually MIA for dayyyyyyyyssssss.
Much love,
Your author, Beth, aka ...
