Well, my discontent anyway. There were so many home improvement projects slated for the winter months that just didn't get done. Half done mostly. For example, we converted my old office into a playroom, but it still needs to be painted and the FLOR needs to be installed. (Right now there are a few tiles on the floor for a soft play surface. Something about finding the center of the room and snapping chalk lines seems too daunting, I guess.) The master bedroom? Walls were painted a lovely creamy Benjamin Moore Antique White (thank you Jeff!), but the trim isn't finished. The front room is almost complete, but it needs something else. Another small table? Maybe. The room could be my undoing. My solution to all this half-finished business? Get out of the house and stop looking at it. I planted some pansies yesterday in containers that flank the front door. Took me about five minutes. All home improvement projects should give instant satisfaction like that.
February 20? Really? It didn't seem that long. Honest. We had ourselves a little surgery here and then there were a few days to recoup. And then, you know, kind of like exercise, once a few days goes by it gets really, really easy to say, "I'll post tomorrow."
Also, cutting into my productivity (i.e. napping in the afternoon and going to bed at 8:30 instead of doing, well, anything): I've kicked coffee. Both a Western and Eastern doc told me to ixnay on the offeecay. I thought the sudden stoppage of caffeine coursing through my system would cause massive headaches, but nope. It's been a pretty easy habit to break in that regard. What I miss ever so much is waking up slowly to a cafe au lait each day. Amidst the early morning, relentlessdemands polite requests from Mootsie, it felt like something just for me. I'm trying with herbal teas, but it's just not the same. Any tea people out there want to convince me I'm wrong?