Waiting for the piper
I just know the piper's gonna come calling today and he's going to want to be paid the Zzzzzs he's owed. It's just a matter of time.
I've been doing pretty okay with the perimenopause thing lately -- I even had a doozy of those not-quite-monthly-anymore monthly things just before Christmas. The past few nights, I've experienced some periods of, well... let's call it "warmth." Last night, I was absolutely freezing when I went to bed, but holy cow, the tables turned in the wee hours and I was a raging inferno at 1:30 a.m. I stuck my feet and arms out for a while to try and cool off, then I heard a cat meow, then I heard Ali come in, and then I just gave up, got up and checked my email. Then hubby got up because he heard the cat (Ali discovered Duncan stuck behind Maddy's closed door). We went back to bed, but I still couldn't sleep. Fast forward to 3:30 a.m., I'm still tossing and turning, and the alarm will start to sound at 5:15...
Naturally, at 5:15, my "temperature" was fine and I was sleeping like a baby. I hit snooze a couple of times and then hit the shower. And now I just wonder when the piper (or the sandman) is going to show up.
In other news: I am focusing on good words from yesterday's horoscope: bountiful, visions, dedication, motivation, wonderful, discover, positive, knowledge, inspire. I'm looking for those things in my everyday life and, you know what? They're not that hard to find -- the blogs are are brimming with it, too.
The timing didn't work out, so I didn't make it to the Y last night, but Katie wasn't buying any excuses in regard to an early evening walk, either. Thanks to the Google Pedometer (which I cannot stop playing with), I know that I walked 1.67 miles yesterday. I mapped afterwards and have tweaked so I know just where to go in order to make it an even(-ish) 2.0. We actually saw people sitting out on their front porches in nothing but sweatshirts. The freaky weather stuff continues. It looks like we have a chance at snow showers/flurries this weekend and a little bit through the week -- no mention of accumulation, though. It seems a better chance for anything normal might be the following weekend.
This weekend, Christmas is coming down on Saturday. On Sunday, I'm celebrating International Pajama Day! Maybe you can join us. I have some new nightwear to inaugurate that day. ; )