Although my creatinine level has crept up to 5.35 he's allowing me to stay off dialysis for a while yet.

Yay Morgana! I used to work on a dialysis study--it seemed like such a timesuck of a thing to have to do for hours several times a week.

I tried to get my previous cat to knead my shoulders, but he just wanted to knead my butt.

That would be awesome--magic kitty masseuse!

So far good weekend--did the clothing sale last night, got some good stuff, then went dancing (always good) and met up with a girl there who'd messaged me online, and we ended up making out, so yay that. And this morning, a run with the exroomie, and brunch, and now we're going to go shopping for her (which I enjoy--she's not good at shopping, and I get to have all the fun of shopping while spending someone else's money!). Good times, only issue is I still have kind of a terrible headache from last night, even after painkiller and caffeine and running and brunch.

I am about to go do 18 miles (roughly 3.6 hours) on an ellipitcal machine since I still can run.

Oh lordy. I hope you can watch some TV or something??

Jane the Virgin, which is Totally Awesome.

Very true, it is awesome!! I have been evangelizing it.

home from church thing. I am on call this weekend, so I have to call all the will-call jobs for Monday and confirm/cancel and get the Monday schedule out by noon tomorrow. I have already had 1 Monday job call me to cancel and then also 1 new order put in. so really I only need to make 2 calls. still there is a healthy amount of don't wanna in my general area.

see also the don't wanna for dealing with the piles of paper beside me, the bins of things to eBay, and checking that needs to happen.

so I think i will update the work schedule and open up FaceTime. one is actually getting work done, one is an invitation to possible distraction from the rest of it.

I did in fact tell everyone to watch Kidnapped nine years ago. It has additional good features besides Timothy Hutton.

I totally listened and watched it. Loved it.

The weight / food / exercise discussion is interesting.

I keep seeing people who are so happy and surprised that I've lost weight. Like I'm suddenly a better person cause there's less fat.

And I've gotten brutally honest, I fostered a dog and her custody was in flux for about six months. So, yes, I exercised a bunch more but I also was getting close to a nervous breakdown. Less than half of it was healthy so really don't congratulate me. It's like being congratulated for an eating disorder.

Yes, I'm out for an hour and a half before work exercising the dog and probably three after and about half of that is also excercizing me. But I haven't started eating better or anything intentional, I just was so stressed that instead of dinner, I'd be crying while trying to tire out the puppy who wasn't even really mine at the time so I could go to bed.

And work is stressful and I never, ever get a lunch break so half the time I don't eat there.

So I hate when people act like I deliberately changed my habits and am now more healthy. Because having some weight off is likely good for some muscular and skeleton issues but I'm damn sure that it's not healthy by any other metric.

I'm actually planning out some meals to take to work next week and prepping them over the weekend to *be* healthier. And feel healthier. But it's got fuckall to do with the fact that every time I'm weighed, it's a smaller number. That doesn't feel healthy.

I survived the elliptical. My watch thinks I went 20 miles, but I think it was actually closer to 18.5. Podcasts kept me going. I can't read on the machine, too distracting.

Cass, I hear you. I lost a ton of weight the year I was separating and going through my divorce; I weighed 25 lbs less than I do right now, and it was the opposite of healthy.

Less than half of it was healthy so really don't congratulate me. It's like being congratulated for an eating disorder.

This is part of why I would never congratulate anyone for losing weight if I didn't know their situation. It could be from all kinds of things!

So I tried to make a fire in my fireplace for the first time, and failed on two fronts: Making an actual fire, and opening the flue. So the dried-out garland I thought would be good kindling just burned up really fast, and all the smoke stayed in the house. I think I will try again in the daylight, and see if I can actually see out the open flue. It would have been a perfect night for a fire! And now I am sitting by an open window.

And have also realized I don't have a smoke detector!

Jesse, when's the last time your fireplace was used?

Many years ago, but the chimney has been cleaned recently.

Ugh, Matilda has been droopy and warm all day, and her fever keeps inching up, now just a shade under 103, and Advil isn't budging it. It's a testament to how healthy this kid has always been that this is really the first long fever she's ever had, and I know that it isn't even *that* high yet, but the irrational part of me is flipping out like a mammal. If it goes up again at least we're only a couple of blocks from urgent care, but, damn, I want it to start heading in the other direction.

Ack, poor thing!