There’s just so much scary right now. Kind of control what one can.
Doesn’t everyone have these lists.
Another gorgeous day here. Sun. Warmer. Morning Edition Saturday. Morning Edition Sunday. Good Night And Good Luck on tab. Scheherazade stream. Paul McCartney carpool karaoke jump for joy. Earlier mornings and later evenings.
Sleeping late on Sunday. But get up. Things to do.
Calm cat Quinn for now. He’s on my lap purring. But he can get crazy. He’s got his box, with packing paper that makes crunchy noise, hilarious, insanity cuteness. Cats like boxes with crunchy noise and they peek out. Can’t resist laughing. I have to get up my luggage and my little sweeper that he knocked over when I put him out of the bedroom. Then he sleeps on the desk chair which cat Oliver (named for yup, John Oliver) did too. Family friend was here today and got the rug Quinn was sliding on now back in place. He’ll go nuts again until he wears himself out. Sorry antic little Quinn, you are adorable, but you do need to let me stream John Oliver (because it’s John Oliver), eat some soup, salad, fruit, sleep, and then we need to clean up after you. Clean up after Quinn the cat, to be clear.
Boxes and crates of files from when I was in hospital for so long. I never want to be in a hospital ever ever ever again. There is an outline of a book proposal in those files somewhere, putting together my career as a professor and policy researcher. It’s a really great book idea, very relevant to economic discourse in these times, and I know it. If life in Austin had not been interrupted by certain factors, that book might have already got it’s publisher. But go forward. I know what to do. (I’ve switched laptops and printers, and moved back and forth between states a bit, so finding things, digital, hard copy, and getting back organization, yeah.) One foot, next foot. But I know what to do.
Notes on my wall. Sit up straight. Don’t slump. Stretch the knee. Movement. (All right advice.).
Took blood pressure today. It’s low. But not scary low. There are people with not that problem.
Don’t weigh myself. My BMI some, probably many, would wish for. In earlier life I was doing ballet and modern dance and that is not the healthiest for an anorexic perfectionist. Triathlon, done, more than once. My clothing fits. That works better than the bathroom scale which can get obsessive and not a good place.
Doing great with the return to vegetarian. Totally wanted that deli roast beef but it’s a no. And controlling carbs. Just yuck. Too much. I could use some asparagus. Roast my carrots. I have no appetite but will eat at least once a day. Try better. I get the dizzies really bad. Just be very careful. Do what I can.
Some days it’s this way. When the crazy that one can not control really makes me mad. Do what I can control. Clean up, organize, take care of myself. Write something, anything, just write. Read. Right now for me, the Keynes Hayek economics book. What I can do, for today.
Sunlight coming through my bedroom window. It’s early but it’s going to be daylight.
When I again can, work and volunteer and donate. I always have done. There are very good places to give here.
Dayna Finet 