So clean.
My mom works out her troubles on a long slow run. Not so for me. I throw things away and scrub toilets and mop floors and scrub the problem into a nice shine. It doesn't always solve things but at least at the end the house is clean. Do you have those frenetic moments where your anxiety or sadness or worry comes out in bursts of energy? Like it cannot be contained in your spirit. It is easy for me to see the correlation (in healthcare and in my own life) between emotional and physical health. It's important to find a balance there.
In family news, Roo is getting a belly after her spaying and it's the best. So cute and chubs.
And I saw Patricia (because her real friends call her that) Benatar last night. FANTASTIC.
Joshua lets me put my cold hands on him at night and we both lather up in Bag Balm to combat the dryness around here.
My favorite. Today at least.
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