Thanks for the hugs, thoughts, and fistbumps! It helps to let it out and let it go. I am not one for worrying and such since it doesn't really help me any. But there is just a whole lot of things I don't have any control over. Blah.

I did go out and do some cleaning of the new boat. I slept out there last night, which was rocking cool. Unfortunately just about any physical work and I am a big puddle so now I am drenched and ready for a nap/break/swim, anything but work.

{{everyone}} Because I think we all need it.

Man, I've got another nasty case of the "don't wannas."

smonster, I am with you in this. I need to do dishes, wash kitty blankets, and write write write. Oh, and finish my Halloween costume. All I want to do is veg out on the couch.

I've got another nasty case of the "don't wannas."

Same here. I need another day of weekend.

My "don't wannas" are being exacerbated by a pain in the middle of my back. Every time I lean over to do something, it tells me to go lie down. It's annoying.

That’s fine. I thought an orchid might solve issues with allergies and water, but I obviously don’t want to make her life harder. I just can’t coordinate more than flowers, so once you make a plan, let me know and I will send a contribution.

And my donwanna is epic today. I still have 21 comments to write.

It's H's birthday today. He is notoriously avoidant, hates any fuss made. I usually get him a mushy card and a funny one, and a cupcake or fancy donut or pastry I can stick a candle in. I let it slip up on me and don't have a card.

My stationery-wrapping-craft closet is still in half-packed, half-ransacked chaos, because H has been playing with drainage and guttering and then laid up with horrendously painful gout--in his *hand*--and he hasn't gotten the storage pieces done and installed so I can get my supplies sorted out. I know I have cards that I bought that would do admirably--bought ahead for this very occasion. But I can't *find* them, and I'm feeling a little resentful toward him for that. But it's his *birth*day, and he *deserves* a card, even if he insists he doesn't want one. And I should get in the car while he's distracted by football and go buy the man a card and a cupcake. But I feel like crap, and I don't *want* to and it's *his* fault I can't find the cards I already *have*, and

Somebody kick my butt, tell me to suck it up, pull up my socks and go to the damned store. Please?

Go to the store, Bev! You can do it!

For people not on FB, here is my stripey-stockinged, double-petticoated, flamey-corsetted devil costume from the Halloween party last night: [link]

The sooner you get to the store, the sooner you'll be back and don't have to go anywhere again for the rest of the day.

Oh Teppy! I want to hug you so bad! But I'll just stand over here and beam at you, instead. You look fabulously sexy and funny and clever and GORgeous!

And Anne's arguments have much merit.